Written by Lalitha, 4D

Yesterday in school I sat in my chair,
Some Will I’s crawled into my mind.
They danced and swayed,
Hopped and waved all day.
They sang their old rhyme,
While I didn’t know the time.

Will I become a doctor?
Will I become a potter?
Will I become an artist?
Will I become a journalist?
Will I become fairy?
Will I go around merry?
Will I become a writer?
Will I become a typer?
Will I become a dancer?
Or will I become a singer?
Will I write?
Or will I bite?

I don’t know what to think,
So I cannot blink.

Life is all same,
While I try to be tame.
Everything is different today,
But the Will I’s crawl again.