(written at about 10 years of age)
What is Life?
In a room in the back
Of a little red house,
Shone a light through a window,
Only heard was a mouse.
And yet, a small girl,
At the age of ten,
Wondered why she was born,
What is life ... does it end?
What is school, but to learn
How confusing life is,
With proper words, correct spelling
What is all this?
We compete in the races,
The sports and the games,
But when its all over,
Who has glory and fame?
Does the loser for a loss?
Does the winner, for a win?
Well to lose isn't bad,
Not a crime, or a sin.
So the little girl thought,
If I lose, it's not bad,
I'll try harder next time,
Then I'll win and be glad.
But success will take time,
And I know that I can,
So when I win, I'll be happy,
And be kind to all man!