My poem-Growing

Ding dong ding dong,

the old bell rang,

pressure on,

burning hot,

lesson starts.

Screams and shouts,

the children joyfully sing,


like the best day ever,

school ends.

Work work only work,

homework paper every where,

scrunched up sheets I don’t care,

only hope in my shivering hands,

studying countries lots of lands.

Lights camera flashes,

concerts autographs,

feeling brave,determined,unstoppable,

never stop believing in myself,

I’m famous.

Freezing cold,

the little light gently burns,

feel like an rotten piece,

of paper threw away 

I’m old 

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