Vera Sidhwa

One, Two, Three, Four - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

One, two, three, four.
What am I standing here for?
Why am I the way I am?
Why can't I do what I can?

One, two, three, four.
I can't even grow two roses for,
The beauty of them,
For the richness of them.

One, two, three, four.
Why am I standing here this way?
Why can't I learn that way?
Why don't I know the meaning of this?

One, two, three, four.
I know myself once more.
I can teach myself again.
I am strong again.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 21, 2015

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