A Plethora of Poems.

On a String.

The things I really like to do are talk and love and sing

But I've never really thought how they keep me on a string

My heart is dangling down

Petty and resistant

But the thing that I'm most thankful for is being so persistent

I straggle on with weakness

Then I start to feel the meekness

But before I topple down

I tighten on my grip

I start to change my frown

And I hold before I slip

For all my life and all that comes

I'll hold on tight for all my chums

Forever I will hold

With a grip so tight and bold

That if I ever fall to the ground

It will surely make a sound.