My dad is a hero
He works so hard
      Just for us
He looks so busy all the
         Time
He comes back home
        İn the evening
Never forgetting my toys
        In this fuss
My brother and i love him
                To nuts

Have you heard the saying,
Your wish come true if you put ir in writing.
So work hard and keep manifesting,
And the universe will answer the calling.
So here I am praying.
Making my wishes is seeing,
For the year following,
A surgery to me is happening.
A new kidney my body will be accepting.
I am already claiming,
This is the future I will be getting

Stars looked like glowing sands
Down here—far, far below;
Cities too radiate a blinding hope
Gazed beyond the fields and hills;
Beauty oozes out of a distant thing,
Meter and miles allures the mind.

The muscle cars have aged out
of high school hamburger stands
and live in landfills
or junkyards

but some survive.
The codger across the street in the end house
keeps his in pristine condition,
replacing its parts, babying its body

in ways he can't do for himself.
I see him rolling out down the street,
into youth,
joy,
music,
health,

until he rounds the corner
and disappears.