when i was much younger,
my family owned a trampoline.
we used to use it everyday.
it was our favorite thing, to jump up and down,
in a failed attempt at touching the clouds.
we'd have competitions,
on who could jump the highest,
but at last i could never win.
my brother was much taller;
and i, too fat.
and although my weight would throw me down,
and i knew my altitude could never think to reach that of my brothers,
i never stopped jumping.
because i could never stop dreaming
of one day touching a cloud.
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note: i've never really been interested in poetry, it was never really my thing, but recently i've been reading it a lot and i wanted to try it out. feel free to give me pointers or any kind of criticism, it could really help out. anyway, i hope you enjoyed.
