Ballad

Ballad (Or personality poem.  Take your pick.)

I am a piano; everything is black and white, wrong notes vibrate in my ear long after they were played.

I’m a cat looking out the window, hoping for things that aren’t, not seeing the things that are.

I am a swing; occasionally falling back, but always reaching forward.

I am a pencil; working hard, but slowly being blunted by my efforts.

Refrain:

I must continue working towards the bright stars in the night.

Otherwise, the darkness will bring dread and will bring fright.

If I continue working, I might find I am as bright –

As the little, twinkling, stars giving out their light.

I am a television; my mind never staying still, flashing in ever blinking channels.

I am a book looking for things to fill my chapter and never truly ending.

I am a computer:  useful, sometimes slow working, and full of many things that distract me.

I am a clarinet; my fingerings are simple, but the more people learn, the more complicated I get.

Refrain

I am a car; doing my best to help people, but am always cold in winter and sometimes out of gas.

I am a smile; good at brightening peoples’ day, but filled with teeth when I’m angry.

I am a couch; the longer you know me, the more fun I become.

I am a radio; full of both good and bad things to say, but usually worth listening to.

Refrain

I am a drawing; the longer you look the better I become and the more flaws are revealed.

I am a tree, striving to grow and reaching for light.

I am the sky; often disregarded when sunny, but noticeably gloomy.

I am a laugh:  sometimes loud and cheerful, sometimes soft and bright, sometimes awkward and out of place.

Refrain