Poems from dmproca
It’s day 1
First grade had just begun
I’ve met new friends
And that begins the trend.
Fast forward 5th grade
Colonial Days and Orphan Play...
I lay here on my bed
And try to think and think
Just what exactly I should write
With this pen filled with ink.
Should I scribble a poem...
Once Upon a time…
Oh no, this isn’t a fairy tale!
It’s the true life we live day in, day out
We are created pure and clean
With a knot...