My World. Poem by David Kinyanjui
My World.
When someone asks me what I love the most,
I always think of a world in which I am lost.
I don't mean where I wander,
But a place full of Wonder.
When someone asks me who I love the most,
I cannot help of how much I take pride in her, I boast.
Like a gearwheel to another we mesh,
I have known her as Pesh.
I have met Molly,
She too is my jolly.
And Ray,
On her handlebars, my arms lay.
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