Sulky Face

Sulky Face

A day dawns bright,

Why do you fight?

A recognition of your efforts,

But you tear it to tatters.

Why can’t you be happy and glee,

At least try to make a cheer,

Instead you turn beds and tables,

Awards are a matter of pride, a moral ridden fable.

You have a numerous more laurels to win,

We wait to see you walk above the average din,

As a parent each medal is a possession to adore,

Secretly hoping to see you blessed with plenty more.

You sulk and pull away,

Only to destroys your mother’s special day,

Notice how she worked double hard,

Preparing dinner even before sun’s ray part.

At least for your parent’s sake,

Smile a bit and try to enjoy the break,

Fast track your school work just one day,

After all the day is a holiday!