This is a poem I was forced to write for one of my English courses, I am not a poet by any means and poetry is not a literary method I enjoy. However I am proud of this poem and I would like to share it with you.
A Place To Live and A Place To Die
You have never caught a football
You struggle to finish an algebra problem.
You questioned your future in the world
Do you have a talent?
Yes,
You found a few giants.
They demand respect
And only accept the best
Cold, dangerous, angry giants
You are not afraid
You have learned to call them home.
The fear makes them solitary
You embrace the fear
You’re doing something
Most people will never do
The cold bites you
Stabs you like a steely knife
Buried in two feet of snow
Small on a beautiful giant
You are not powerful here.
You found something in the giants
You can’t catch a football but
You found a home.
andrewubaldi 