Pounder Poem by Kayla Yeager

Pounder



Why do we do,
The things we put each-other through.
Why can't we play nice,
And be best friends for life.

Why dose it have to end this way,
Can't we just stay?
I do what I do,
And I do it for you.

So why can't we,
Be what we can be?
What we can't see we dread,
This I pounder in my head.

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Kayla Yeager

Kayla Yeager

Staunton Illinois
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