When I was a kid I had just one dream
To be Darth Vader and mess up the space scene
And by 21 I thought I'd be rich or dead
Turns out I just sell jumpers instead
And on occasion I get contemplative
And the only chance I get to be creative
Is when I write poorly thought out rhyme
In my 15 minutes of break time
And I need to laugh more and do less crying
But that's alright because I'm still trying
to be happy and make others feel the same way
So I hope my poem brightens up your day