Cherish
I’d counted every day,
Every sunrise, every moon,
Ever since Mum told me,
“You’ll have a brother soon”.
I was only three years old,
But a brother sounded cool,
Maybe one day I’d show him off,
To all the kids at school.
I’d teach him lots and lots of things,
Like how to play games right,
And if he had a nightmare I would,
Hold him close all night.
He’d be my little brother,
For always and evermore,
I’d laugh with him when he was happy,
Hug him when he was sore.
I’d never shout or yell at him,
We’d always have some fun,
But the fun times were to be over,
Before they’d even begun.
You see, I never held my little brother,
Although I saw him quite a lot,
But it’s because he died that I know I have to,
Hold on to all I’ve got.
So listen to this poem,
Even though you and I might have never met,
Cherish everything in life,
Because it’s all you might ever get.
Who Am I?
To some people, I’m a classmate,
To some people, I’m a friend,
To some people, I’m an enemy,
To some people, I’m a trend.
To some people, I’m a student,
To some people, I’m a mate,
To some people, I’m a best friend,
To some people, I’m a date.
To some people, I’m annoying,
To some people, I’m just fab,
To some people, I’m exciting,
To some people, I’m just plain drab.
To some people, I’m an accquaintance,
To some people, I’m a peer,
To some people, I am over there,
To some, I’m over here.
But who am I deep down inside,
And in the future, who will I be?
Who am I to my own heart,
Who am I to me?