D Garden Scare Crow *poem*

The Scare Crow

To serve a purpose for this I was created

Filling this void, I’m labeled with greatness

This position in which I find myself,

not exactly what exactly what I had in mind

Though here I stand with a smile on my face

Thinking it’s just a matter of time, though

I’m beginning to make peace with my lot in life

learning to exist without much strife

I am valuable to my creator

So who am I to devalue?

The purpose of my life

 

Done