Hands out of reach
Simple speech
Can't save the weak
Give to the poor
But what if I don't
Have enough anymore?
I could spend all of my life
On one little dime
But then I wouldn't have this rhyme
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Poems From the Fifth Grade
PoetryThis is sooooo cringe worthyyyyyy, but these are the first poems that I wrote (that I could find). Please keep in mind that I was around ten years old at the time. I also used to call these songs instead of poems.
