I Am A Bottle Of Glue

• Carleigh Yeomans, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

I sit in the dark inside the table,
I am not important I don't even get a fancy lable.
The pens they think they are so good,
I would sit up on top too if i could.
When sheets come loose who is accused,
me the glue I feel so used.
To glue sheets in is that my life or who I'm supposed to be,
working each and everyday endlessly?
I want to escape beyond the desk and see what lies ahead,
not ending up bristles dry, empty and dead.
I dream of life as a pen, rubber or a ruler,
I wonder if their life is somewhat cooler.
But at the end of the day I love being the Glue,
sticking in sheets is what I shall do.
Top or bottom of the desk,
everyone knows that the Glue is the best!