I have no memory,
I have no identity,
I have no family;
I do nothing but run,
I would like to have fun,
I want to be like my heroes,
But I believe in angels;
I am strong,
Though I do some things wrong,
Some days I find are too long,
Around the holidays, I have to sit in a corner and listen to the people sing their songs;
Years ago, I lost my sister,
I lost her near the tracks,
I can still hear her laughter,
As I became older;
My name was Misha,
Then I was Jack,
Now to the little one sitting on my lap,
I'm Poopynoddle!
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)
