The blimp who used to fly
Would soar high into the sky
People would appreciate it's grace
Without seeing it up close or face to face
So they would try to drag it down
To see it's flaws and mistake
And then they would frown
And tell everybody that it's fake
The blimp who used to be happy
Enjoying the view of the sun
Even when it's windy or rainy
Even when it's not fun
So then it would come down
And feel the pain of the people
In sadness they would drown
A society so very feeble
But the blimp who had survived
The harsh rays of the sun and bad climate
The one who stayed, who endured, who flied
The one who reached the summit
They would look down on the ground,
But in a way which is positive
Land they might have found
But adventure was their initiative
March, 2020
YOU ARE READING
An Unfinished Book of Poem
PoezjaThis is a book of poems made by yours truly. Since it's quarantine and I've been bored, even if I had my modules, I made some poems. This is literally my way to escape some problems so I'd appreciate if you read this. Thank you!
