Driver, a guide, so strong and so true A pilot of the road, who sees us through It's a symbol of direction, a hand on the wheel
By Poems about a year ago in Poets
Eleven, a number so simple and grand A symbol of unity, a bond so strong and planned It's a sign of completeness, a fullness of life
Jerk, a word with many meanings untold, It can be negative, or neutral, as it's been told, A sudden movement, or a rude remark,
A birthday for dad, a special day indeed A time to celebrate, all the love we need For he's a rock, in our family's foundation
Fern, a delicate plant, so soft and so green A symbol of life, that's pure and serene It grows in the shadows, of a world so bright
Catastrophe, a word that brings fear A shadow that looms, so dark and so near It strikes without warning, a blow to the soul
Cargo, a load of goods, so precious and rare A journey of commerce, that spans near and far It travels the seas, and crosses the skies
Leave, a word that brings so much fear With uncertainty, and a sense of tear A goodbye, to what once was home A farewell, to the familiar, unknown
Prattle, a chat so light and free A flow of words, as easy as can be It's a sounding board, for thoughts on the mind A place for musings, of all kinds
No Entry, a sign so bold and clear A warning to all, that danger is near It's a barrier, that blocks our way A limit set, to keep us at bay
A delivery route, a journey to take A path to follow, a service to make It's a road of purpose, a journey so bright A mission to fulfill, day and night
Underestimate, a common mistake A failure to recognize, a path to brake It blinds us to potential, to what one can do And keeps us from reaching, the skies so blue