Poems

People

Some people talk and talk

and never say a thing.

Some people look at you

and birds begin to sing.

         

Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.

Some people touch your hand

and music fills de sky.

My nose

It doesn´t breathe;

It doesn´t smell;

It doesn´t feel

So very well.

I am discouraged

With my nose; the only thing it

Does is blows