This poem is one of my favorites. It was published in an anthology and I got five dollars for it! I wrote it in seventh grade but put out there anyway. Enjoy.
Life
Life is like a birthday present,
No matter how hard you shake it,
It won't give you one single clue as to what it is.
Finally when it comes time to open it,
You slowly take off the bow
And peel back the wrapping paper and you start to see it.
Either your face turns into a smile or you start to frown.
If you are satisfied with your gift and marvel at its color,
And how awesome it looks and you sit and play with it for a while.
Then you put it gently into the box and put it in a safe place.
You are happy with it and that's what matters.
If you don't like it you look at it in disgust.
You think "Gross, what am I going to do with this thing?"
And then you put it in the place where someone will most likely sit in it.
But if you were really smart you would take that nasty present,
And make it into something just as wonderful as the gift that you wanted.
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