"The Little Balloon"
once upon a time there was a family of balloons
yellow,pink,blue,green and a black one too.
One day the blue father flew
until he was a speck in the skythe children oohed and aahed
and wondered when they could fly.
The cheery yellow mother smiled
and let the pink sister go
the green brother ran after her
sailing on the air flow.
everyone cheered and waved them good bye
for they brightened the dull afternoon sky.
Seeing their joy,the baby black balloon sighed
He asked his mother with eyes shut wide
"i am black so will i go in flightor will my colour always be a blight?"
His yellow mom looked him in the eye
what he had said almost made her cry.
"your colour doesnt make u'" she said
"though what is inside u ,ll take u ahead".

lament

I have paid a price for everything
for my luck,my fate and self being.
One says dont go, live in the days of yore
other go,for u must must fly high.
I stumble and fall.
Success is hard to come by
even close ties begin to fray.
U gain and loose all at once.
Some lament it is too great
while others jeer it is small
I hear them but dont say a thing.