Darkness is his favorite time of day.
His hands say nice to meet you.
His face says stay away.
Inside his outer shell,
kind, loyal, and shy,
like a duck,
plain and simple, but still able to fly.
His soccer dreams carry him away.
Ever sense he was young he has wanted to play.
When he sleeps, he dreams of super powers and monkey bars,
like any boy, he loves fast cars.
However his true love is the ball at his feet.
He’s the kind of person you wish you could meet.
Even though he sits in the corners out of the way,
he keeps on living, in his own special way.
Like a duck on the water,
Josh sits and waits,
for his time to fly,
and his time to be great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's cute. Oddly, I see that sometimes...