Life
He wrote a comic and called it ‘dream’
With bright pictures and big letters
He showed his parents who hung it upon the door
He was happy, ecstatic even
Everyone smiled, everyone laughed
He was three then
He wrote a poem and called it ‘adventure’
With brown pictures and medium letters
He showed his teacher who gave him a sticker
‘Good job’ he was told
He cracked a small smile
He was seven then
He wrote a short story and called it ‘life’
With somber pictures and small letters
He showed his friends who laughed and pointed
They told him it was lame
He frowned and walked away
He was fifteen then
He wrote a book and called it ‘reality’
With no pictures and messy writing
He read it to himself and gave himself a
Sad smile
‘Well done’ he whispered to his reflection
He hung his work on upon the bathroom door
And fell into a deep everlasting sleep.
He had a good life.
Now he is gone.
Huwaida Hmad Fadzil 9S
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