There are some
Who are fireworks
They light up the sky
Earn lots of "ooh"s and "ah"s
Then there are the flames
The ones who light the fireworks
Their job is important
They allow the fireworks to shine
Some notice them
But not many
And finally there are people like me
The matchsticks
Yes,
Just the wooden bit
We don't get noticed
We don't shine like the others
All we do
Is burn away
So others aren't burnt
We are useful
But not necessary
We don't dazzle
And we are easy to come by
In this world
Of fireworks
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
There are some
Who are fireworks
They light up the sky
Earn lots of "ooh"s and "ah"s
Then there are the flames
The ones who light the fireworks
Their job is important
They allow the fireworks to shine
Some notice them
But not many
And finally there are people like me
The matchsticks
Yes,
Just the wooden bit
We don't get noticed
We don't shine like the others
All we do
Is burn away
So others aren't burnt
We are useful
But not necessary
We don't dazzle
And we are easy to come by
In this world
Of fireworks
I just wanted a fireworks poem for 4th of July
