Before I put the poem down, I just would like to say that this is my third grade teacher's poem. She died in a car wreck during Christmas break last year. She will be missed.
Why am I here?
by Debbie Davis
Yesterday, I struggled
With why I'm really here.
My head hurt, I felt depressed;
There was no cheer.
I want to make a difference
In a life each day.
Side roads of life and distractions
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