Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Tumbleweed



People say what they wanna believe.
Talk about what they wanna achieve.
But when things get tough, they turn and leave.
Blowing' in the wind like a tumbleweed.

All my life I've been taught to withstand.
To hold on to my dreams, small or grand.
To lift others, to give them a hand.
But it's easy to be a tumbleweed.

It gets hard when the wind starts blowin'.
Hope looks dim and your dreams start slowin'
You might want to to give up not knowin'.
That it hurts more to be a tumbleweed.

It may be easy to bounce on by. 
Think about you, and not even try.
To stop searchin' to stop askin' why.
But you'll never find a happy tumbleweed. 

1 comment:

  1. I love the pics you find to go with your posts :). Perfect. This poem goes perfectly with what we are talking about in our homeschooling too. Keep writing! :)

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