My friend
When I was young I was living in a mess
I had a friend in my class
And I have those who was a pain
I was made to be funny
All the girls wanted my money
I give them free candy
Every Sunday I wished it should not be Monday
My friend was not from bombay
He was a good story teller
He was a good friend and not a lier
He was the only one who did not make me angry
All the other ones made me so sorry
I was often in trouble
Therefor I buyed some bubble
I was treaten like shit
All the boys I liked to hit
I was a struggler
Not a smuggler
I was fighting for my life
I never used a knife
All I wanted was to be one in the boysgang
All the time I was made to just go around lika an boomerang
I have grown up now and Im better
I like to write a special letter
It makes me felling good
Its remainds me about of a spot there I always stood
Now my life is so happy
And I are not so slappy
And even not scrappy
I am only Happy….
I have new friends who are reliable and trustworty
We meet sometimes and sometimes we have a party
My life is a blast now
And i also like snow
In a couple of months it is Christmas
I f I dont get big presents I think I pass
Now I am back in my village soon again
And im surley not gonna show my pain
As I walk down the streets I surley wants to remember
But soon I dont mind it is november
I already have friends for life
You will be my friend forever and ever…..


The End.
Written of Poeten83
in 2009-08-30