This is the first poem I ever wrote. I think I was about 11 or so. I don’t freestyle but I thought that I’d post this.

A poor boy stands alone,
His stomach cleaving to his backbone.
The rays of the blazing sun,
Shooting down on him like a gun.

He is the boy with the special eyes,
Darting around as fast as flies.
Deep blue in colour they are,
So bright like a star.

As schoolchildren run for home,
Singing gaily many a poem,
He just stands there all alone,
As he hears the happy laughter drone.

It is now night,
He closes his eyes in fright.
And as Mother tucks Child in to sleep,
A poor boy starts to weep.

I have others too, which I’ll post when I find them…lol…hope they don’t bore you too much.