Life is a journey, not a destination.
It's what you are,
Not where you're stuck.
So work with what you have,
And when you are compost,
Let it be said:
"He was amazing."
Author's Notes/Comments:
So this is the first poem I ever wrote (well I guess not technically: "the big fat cat in a top hat sat on the mat and spat" doesn't seem to count.) so it's not really any good but I saw another person post his first poem so I figured what the hell I might as well (GAH I'm speaking in rhymes!) oh and as for the strange title I call it Jacket Poem because I found the first line "Life is a journey, not a destination." sewn under the collar of a jacket (which I still have) and the lines just came into my head and I had to write them down (this bit is longer than the poem now 0_o) so thar you have my first poem =]
