Poems!

So anyways, I was typing up that poem I wrote last time, and I came across a LOT of my old poetry. I actually wasn't that bad at writing poetry... I'm sort of bummed that Mrs. LaHive kept my old poetry and I never got half of it back. Oh well. So anyways, I figured I'd put up a happy poem this time, to counteract the depressed mood of the last one. (And for the last time, I am NOT depressed. I just get mood swings. And I had a really long week, with lots of tests and crap going on. Even though I did discover a lot of my poems are depressing. What's up with that? o.o)

The Question

If I could teach you how to fly,
Or how to bake a cherry pie,
Or make the streets with gleaming stars,
Or compose etudes on your guitar,
Or if I was the smartest, the best,
And still had the time to party and rest,
And if I could teach you all of these ways
To walk with ease through life’s maze,
Or if I knew the way to heaven,
The sounds of the night, the luck of seven
And owned them all, to keep or lend,
Would you come and be my friend?


The Answer

You cannot teach me how to fly.
I love the cherries, but not the pie.
The streets won’t gleam in the light of day,
And my guitar is just for display.
You are neither the smartest, nor the best,
For if you were, you’d have no quest,
You cannot navigate the maze without fear,
You can’t teach me that which isn’t clear.
The way to heaven cannot be shown.
The luck of seven cannot be known.
You cannot keep, you cannot lend,
But still I want you for my friend.