Time's a Thief
One: The day I began to exist.
Two: It’s official, I’m now a Baptist.
Three: First time I’d ever been kissed.
Four: Finally made Principal’s List.
Five: Went skating, and then, sprained my wrist.
Six: Held my problems in like a cyst.
Seven: Became depressed, surrounded by mist.
Eight: Head out of the clouds, I’m a realist.
Nine: I truly do love my life, I insist.
Now: Just turned seventeen. Time’s a thief. Got the gist?
This poem is about:
Me