Hi guys this is my first story well its not really a story its a poem about London because I'm currently in London.HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
MY CITY HAS A LOT OF FACES.
My city has a lot of faces,
There is a lot of races,
Money, money, money, is all they talk about,
Money is not sweet as honey,
Oh lord help them they are going out of their minds all day and all night,
They don't care if there are elf's,
They just care about them self's,
Don't mistreat the poor,
That's not what they are for,
Be proud, Aim high, Work hard, Be nice and No excuses,
Help the poor and live a pure life,
Make sure your city doesn't have many faces like mine.
Putting poetry and prose on a glasses,
A time passes,
The scar built gashes,
a sake of my health drew ashes,
This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.