The Poetry To My Life

All That I Bestow

As a person, I walk, proud as I can be

With my head held high

I walk among the dead

As my feet leads

My hands do a good deed

I may be rude, I may be loud

But when it counts

I never make a sound

As a person, I walk

Shy as I can be

In a room, I stand

In the mid-noon

With my head bowed

My mouth stays zipped

For I wonder what would happen

If I just tipped.

Courage is a trait

This trait I bestow

For still this day

Nothing can stand in my way

I walk tall and fierce.

For nothing can give a terrible fright,

Than walking out without a fight

As a person, I walk

As bright as I can be

Shinning as if I had just done a run

I work as hard as I ca

As I chopped

People stared

As if they hadn't seen a working stick before

I try to sing, while my ears ring

But as hard as it is

I blow a big kiss

Determination is a trait

This trait I bestow

For till this day, I walk with my head high

Give it my very all, I try really hard

Until I'm done playing my card

These traits I bestow

I hold like a mother holds her child

I try to keep them from going wild

For till this day, I have them with me

I shall hold on to them with glee

For till my very last breathe

These traits I'll always bestow.