This is my first poem ever on wattpad.
hope you guys like it.
I would love to know what do you guys think about it :)
Muscles stretch, bones crack,
ruffled up hair, the scalp needs a scratch.
Wide opened are curtains,
the sun beams at every thatch.
Eyes stocked with sleep and stuck,
are hard to open,
just like the beak of a stiff duck.
Yet the spirit of going on in hearts,
makes one active to work sans luck.
Mugs of coffee, cups of tea,
make brains able to forsee.
The enthusiast toaster shoots bread out,
and inspires the lumps to do work with glee.
Life enriches each day,
each set of hours fetches hay.
With Mistakes and mischance revived,
one gets a turn to rebuild his way.
Each day is an oddity, with freshness rife.
All we need to do, is to get up and move towards
A New Life.
