The question remains, Why even try? For how can we reach, That far away sky? Feet planted in earth, Head in the clouds, All the world, Bringing me down. So what to do, And how to live, When we've got no more, Cares to give? Live the life. Don't heed to the haters. Every single day, Make it greater. Always remember the love you make, Don't let them, your life away, take.
I’m a bad poet. That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday. If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday or maybe just Poetry Thursday. Who knows? Being a bad poet isn’t reason enough to stop though. The only way to improve is keep on keeping on, right?
And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself, so give it a shot sometime!
So here I go! Maybe one day it will get better, or even good… Just don’t hold your breath. Thanks for stopping by! Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.
