This wonderful book is here thanks to

God, who blessed me with this website to write on

My family, who supported me with my endeavours from the start

And to my friend, whose suggestion brought me here, and therefore this book.

This great book is created thanks to

My followers, who liked, reposted and enjoyed my poems

And to Canva, the website that generated the pictures seen in the book.

To end this poem, thank you all, very much...

Whether an eraser that dropped out to nowhere

Or a ballpen that slid underneath

A loss incurred, in such a fine day

Will it be found? I hope it does.

What a surprise!

They have finally been found!

I should take care of them more

Or they’ll be lost again...

Oh, what?

What did I hear?

What happened?

I hope it’s not that bad.

It’s my birthday!

What sweet surprise!

Someone holds a cake

While everyone sings along.

Men and cargo pass by

Contained in things called ships

Where are they going?

Good luck, keep safe!

Father bought a ticket

And I rode on those things

“Where are we going,” I asked him

“Somewhere you’ll love,” replied Father.

A couple of pages

Bound into one piece

Very well for writing

In school, and even in work.

Written by someone in the past

With information yet to behold

“Cough, cough!” I say

As I dwell into its pages.

A treasure from centuries ago

With black & white colors across

Why are they sad?

Science says, it takes hardwork for the treasure.

There are 12 in a year

One for each month

Use it, or not

It may be good for scheduling.

It may be everywhere

You may see it right at your door

They bring more than what meets the eye!

They support our entire world!

Just bought from a bookstore

Is it ready for it’s noble job?

I hope so

It will write so much stuff; so many things!

Whether it be rain or snow

Hail or sleet

They all fall from the sky

Always ushering the cold times.

It helps in carrying things

But it destroys nature

Anyways, there are paper bags

What can you say?

To make your feet warm

From the different variations of land

To serve as protection

For you to continue walking on...

Always there and always near

A cellphone in someone’s hand

It can do everything, in such ease

I hope, that all can catch up.

The irritating kind of silence

A few minutes of absent sound

Although it’s good for the ears

It’s bad for for the mind.

An object so faithful

It sacrifices itself

Its form, its beauty

Just to correct someone’s mistakes.