My Moods

Down, but not out - humbled but never rivaled - a meditative poem.

Meltdown shreds a pom-pom
Joyous sometimes sad
Often fighting with my mom
Vexing to my dad.

Clueless still excited
Weaker not so near
Never ever this delighted
Talking in your ear.

More and more I ponder
Why there's so much luck
The fact is muses wander
And heaven's so starstruck.

My comprehension never gains
And logic's not the worst
But I know life is filled with pains
And friendship's timeless thirst!