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D’ Short Poems Corner Baseball Game Life is like a baseball game; Every pitch is not the same. You get several chances at a hit, But Pay attention Cause if you miss The game could be over quick, quick, quick. Daily Routine I wake up each morning Stretching and yawning. Gotta shake a leg If I wanna stay ahead. Mom says move it, on the double; I better hurry, or I will be in trouble. Out the door, don’t want to be late I hope the bus driving is going to wait. Game of Life You told me to never fear Cause you would be there to wipe my tears. Every night, every day Dad, you showed me the way. You taught me to play the game of life One day I’ll be a great father like you And have a great girl like Mom for a wife. This Thing Called Life Sometimes it’s happy; sometimes sad. Sometimes it is good, and sometimes bad. Once it was old; now it’s a fad. Doesn’t writing these silly poems make you mad?

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D’ Short Poems Corner Baseball Game

Life is like a baseball game;Every pitch is not the same.

You get several chances at a hit,But Pay attention Cause if you miss

The game could be over quick, quick, quick.

Daily RoutineI wake up each morningStretching and yawning.

Gotta shake a legIf I wanna stay ahead.

Mom says move it, on the double;I better hurry, or I will be in trouble.Out the door, don’t want to be late

I hope the bus driving is going to wait.

Game of LifeYou told me to never fear

Cause you would be there to wipe my tears.Every night, every day

Dad, you showed me the way.You taught me to play the game of lifeOne day I’ll be a great father like you

And have a great girl like Mom for a wife.

This Thing Called LifeSometimes it’s happy; sometimes sad.

Sometimes it is good, and sometimes bad.Once it was old; now it’s a fad.

Doesn’t writing these silly poems make you mad?I’d rather sing silly songs.It is fun and oh so nice.

Sometimes, you have to wonder about This thing called life. 

Life Stages

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At times it‘s hot;Other days it’s cold.

At times it’s not;But sometimes it’s gold

First you are born;Then you die.

What are you gonna do As time passes by?

Shining StarAs the days go rolling by,

You have to keep reaching for the sky.Let no one steer you away from your course

Cause you are your only energy source.Keep on soaring both near and far;

Your light constantly shinesYou’re a shining star.

Poetry by Natasha NiemiSource from :

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