STAIRS OF SUCCESS
When my life carrier leave me in the place of knowledge
At an early age,
I was thought to have an edge
So that I will not be in cage
In my first step,
They guide and taught me to know
my identity
To have a manner is the priority
And they make sure to meet
humanity
Second step is a bit hard
You must know how to add
And subtarct the bad
Multiply the grades for cards
And divide the time of playing in
sands
Third step is average
I have to control my rage
In each page,
They always find a way to encourage
In the fourth fourth step is a
nightmare!
Solving problems is not rare
It was like producing blood as tears
But all my fears are now hear
The fifth step is sweet
After all the hardship
Now,I'm at the top of the ship
With the strongest lance to fight the nightmare of sleep
YOU ARE READING
Fruit of My Boredom
PuisiA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
