My Poem...
by Opal
In all of my love and all of my sorrow,
I hope I will be better tomorrow.
With all world in my hand,
My life wears away just like the sand.
I feel like sending a letter,
To whom I do not know.
This life has taught me many things, except for not to go.
Everyone who I know will miss their dear old friend.
Even the lady that keeps the turtle under her bed.
Is this person a friend or a foe?
For this I do not know.
Life is rich and inviting,
Even if you're poor.