A poem on my Mr. Awesome, my dad, of course.
I am always in trouble. My life is like a bubble. But my worries are double. Well, my problem is I don’t have money. It’s funny but I need money. And I always take it from dad. And yes, he is so kind to repeatedly give me some. And so he is my Mr. Awesome. But once unluckily I spent his lots of money in some bogus work and dad scolded me, saying I was such a jerk. Now it hurt me lots and I wanted to earn some big shots. So I took up the heavy challenge and said would not stop unless I give dad what I lost. And I would get it done at any cost. I painted other’s car, did their laundry, I did housekeeping and care taking, my trouble roots were now shaking. I became a travel agent then an honest sergeant I taught kids for free and they gave me their love being so merry and glee. I did as much as I could. I wanted to come in history’s book. I worked in a coffee shop and mowed my neighbor’s lawn. I even made their kids laugh and enjoy being Goonberry the foolish clown. I gave newspapers to all in my place. Now people started to look at me with appreciation and grace. I took the babies Tina-Moni for a stroll and luckily got number five as my roll. It meant I had scored more and now everyone started to respect me. My life started treating me kindly, I was becoming famous blindly .I also bought some lucky draw tickets and then came the jackpot, I had won, a car in lucky draw. I was very thankful for this to the Angel figure who had helped me to achieve it, my money pot ,my dad, my Mr. Awesome.