Can I Take Them And Throw? Poem by eva rachmania

It feels plain
How about rain?
I have no plan

Just waiting for the sun
No one, and then the man
smiles and acts like a clown

But, the gladness is very short
Like a queen looses her crown
I loudly shout

I need which I don't know
No idea to make me low
I'm in front of this row
The bad row

Then I take my bow
See the world from a straw
It's so small such our law
When all of those hear like a vow
Can I take them and throw?