needy (Poem)

When you’re a child

You are most mild

To care for

Your own chores.

When you’re a teen

You turn unclean

You sit around

Without a sound.

When you’re an adult

You’re not an insult

You’re the help

You’re the star in the yelps.

When you’re a senior

You are weaker

You loose ability

You are needy.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Anuja Raghavendra says:

    I love your poems but can you PLEASEEE do more stories

    Like

    1. Anuja Raghavendra says:

      And can you go on chat, iMessage, or hangouts?

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