Free Verse Poem by: Jay Mark M. Malirong

 "A Simple Ball In A Fight"

A ball in my hand, smooth and round,

A simple ball, that l see in ground,

If l tell to anyone, it makes it no sound,

Yet a simple ball, smooth and round.

When l woke up in the morning, a ball so soft, so light,

It carries me to morning's bright.

I came forward and l can sight,

And it give a joy, morning until night.

I grab the ball, and l feel I'm so tall,

A huge ball reflecting me at all. 

A ball has a power to make me special day and night,

And it teach me to appreciate, the lose fight,

In every part of our life, lose is important to have a good fight. 

And that's a story of simple ball that so soft, so bright.