Little I am,
A boy of seven.
Big but is the heart I offer.
Will you take it?
Little is the pocket money
I carry with me.
Big but for an ice-cream everyday.
Will you share mine?
Little short I am
Compared to the big boys.
Big but to climb every tall tree.
Will you climb with me?
Little slow I am
With my growing legs.
Big but to outrun many while playing.
Will you play with me?
Little I am,
A boy of seven.
Big but for you of six.
Will you grow with me?
Little I am
As is my proposal.
So will you like me
As much as I like you?
Blog: https://miawinhertt.wordpress.com
It took me years to come to terms with who I always really was. Now, I want the whole world to know it too. Who am I? I am a struggling author. This poem is an attempt to tell people that they are not alone in their struggles. There are many like them, who are struggling and surviving.
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We’re on each other’s team.
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We sure are.
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Yup.
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❤❤❤❤
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Thank you so much for the response to my poem! 😀
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What a lovely poem! And such a great message, too!
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Thank you so much, Rashi! Every bit of support counts! 🙂
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Welcome to the pack. You’re no longer alone when you have readers.
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True! 🙂
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