Looking through the trees
Slipping off into the dark
I hear voices yelling please
Entering the murky park
My eyes begin to wander
Searching for the pleas
My mind starts to ponder
Squeezing my chest I wheeze
Grasping for a single gulp
The air is super thick
Spitting up chunks of pulp
Beginning to feel sick
The voices grow louder
Keep calling my name
The sick murky powder
Is really bringing the pain
I want to help them so much
Because I treasure life so dear
This I think is my crutch
And my crutch I will always fear
Wanting everyone to be happy
Smiles and laughter galore
I learned this from my pappy
He is the hero I adore
Life is but a place to be
It’s what you make of it
Life is great with a friend like me
Ill never let you quit
This voice I can feel
Slicing through the air
My friends and family
Yelling don’t be scared
Exiting the woods
With everyone watching
Happy go lucky faces
All started dropping
In all the thunder
I couldn’t see why
I started to wonder
Who is this guy
I turned my frown upside down
Everyone started to cheer
Into that party I kicked a clown
And then I grabbed a beer
The stench has lifted
With smiles from all
With that being said
Let’s go off to the ball
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow you should make a book of poems these are all very good.