One day I was passing by the beach
One day I was passing by the beach
I stopped and saw the waves and the sun
But I had an important place to reach
I couldn’t help it, I went in and had fun
I swam until the time was very late
I was happy until I got there
My father was yelling, that’s what I hate
I told him there was traffic everywhere
It’s always like this, there’s good, there’s bad
I swam and had fun but then I was sad
Very good things happen in very bad times
Very good things happen in very bad times
I stopped and saw the waves and the sun
But I had an important place to reach
I couldn’t help it, I went in and had fun
I swam until the time was very late
I was happy until I got there
My father was yelling, that’s what I hate
I told him there was traffic everywhere
It’s always like this, there’s good, there’s bad
I swam and had fun but then I was sad
Very good things happen in very bad times
Very good things happen in very bad times
One thing I liked about your poem is that you made it as a story and it sounds fun and, also the way you used the rime is very good.
ReplyDeleteNice poem...thats true even in bad times something good can happen and make you laugh.
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