Two Little Birds Sitting On A Tree

Two little birds sitting on a tree
Asked each other what they would like to be

“A rabbit,” said one
“We’d hop in the sun”

The other said, “Giraffe”
Then they began to laugh

This went on for hours
They talked about all animals and flowers

They did show a lot of acumen
None wished to be a human

Things They Didn’t Teach Us

They taught us math in school
That two plus two is four
They taught us science and history
Geography and more

They taught us how to square
Draw, paint and dance and sing
They taught us verbs and nouns
And many many more things

But nobody taught us
Things we ought to know
Things that’ll always help us
Wherever we may go

They didn’t teach us how to lay
A claim on happiness
Or taught us to be humble
While enjoying great success

They didn’t tell us that humans
Are struggling everywhere
That an act of kindness
Can really show you care

They didn’t teach us that true love
Is more valuable than bread
That people need appreciation
Much before than they are dead

They didn’t teach us to gaze
At the wild and open sky
Or that it takes courage
To own up to a lie

I guess that these are things
That one cannot be taught
Only can be learned
Not borrowed or even bought

All My Problems Are Hungry

All my problems are hungry
They need to be well fed
Lest they will keep troubling
Me and my little head

All my problems are thirsty
They need water everyday
Or they will drink my blood
That is what they say

I have no option really
I give them what I can
They keep growing larger
The more I keep feeding them

I’ll be out of supplies
Very soon, if you may know
I don’t know what I’ll do then
I don’t know where I’ll go

That’s not my only worry
Of that I am very sure
Those problems keep giving births
To new problems and many more


The only person who can judge you is You
The only one you need to compare yourself with is You
The only one you need to be better than is You
The only person who matters is You

The only hands that’ll work on your dreams are Yours
The only feet that will bear the brunt are Yours
The only voice that you can hear is Yours
The only efforts that count are Yours
The only body that can heal your wounds is Yours
The only mind you can understand is Yours
The only heart that’ll know your pain is Yours
The only life you can define is Yours

The only one who can inspire you is You
The only person who can break your heart is you
The only person who can make you happy is You
The only one is You

Let Me Write A Poem Today

Let me write a poem today
Now that the internet is down
A deadly virus has locked us
I can’t go out in town

Let me write a poem today
No friends or foes to call to
Unimportant work around
Very little else to do

Let me write a poem today
Though my heart feels nothing
Writing might trigger an emotion
About someone somewhere something

I’m Only Good At Being Kind

I ain’t good at dreaming
Beaming, screaming, scheming
Ain’t either good at dancing
Prancing, financing, romancing
I thought I was good at math
But no it’s not like that
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I ain’t good at flying
Crying, trying or replying
Neither am I good at sighing
Lying, prying or dying
I thought I was good at everything
But I ain’t good at anything
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

Should I learn some knitting
Splitting, gritting or quitting?
Should I do some reading
Breeding, feeding, kneading?
Or should I learn how to run
Or finally get some work done
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I’m not good at being good
Drinking, thinking or eating food
Or being the best that I could
Or doing what I should
I ain’t good at looking ahead
Or even at looking behind
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing