Some people paint pictures <br />Some people do math <br />That makes me wonder <br />Where's my talent at? <br />I've called and I've called <br />I've looked all around <br /> but my special something's nowhere to be found. <br /> I've tried to write stories <br />I've tried to read books. <br />Now where do I go <br />now where do I look? <br />It's not near my sketch pad <br />It's not anywhere! <br />Now I think only one question <br />'Is it possibly near! ? ' <br /> I've looked in the closet, <br /> I've turned my room upside down! <br />Will my special something <br />EVER be found? <br />So after three days, <br />or an hour or two, <br /> I just feel warn down, <br /> and so glum, <br /> and so blue. <br />But I'm also real tired. <br /> It's getting hard to write. <br /> So I'll just rest awhile. <br />So until then goodnight<br /><br />Anastasia Rai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talents-3/
