Ghost Poem by Maya Trowborst

What's wrong with being a ghost?
It's not like I go unseen,
You just gotta be quicker than most,
And your eyes gotta be keen.

And what's the problem with a little mystery?
She's just a secret untold,
But if you listen closely
You'll find her tales of gold.

So what's the matter?
Did I give you a scare?
Never thought a ghost would join in the chatter?
But you might wanna beware,

Because remember not all ghosts are kind
So just keep this lucky day in mind.