I was a worm

I was a worm,

ugly, unimportant.

Too insecure,

I  hid in a plant.

Beautiful creatures

all pass me by.

I wished to be like them.

Why wasn't I?

Why wasn't I

like an owl so wise

or like a fearless lion

or a dog that's nice

or like a fast cheetah

or a graceful cat?

Why wasn't I

like this or like that?

I looked at myself

and cursed my state.

Why do I have

to suffer such fate?

I prayed to God,

"I want to die!"

But He told me something...

Now I know why!

I was a worm

and that I was glad.

And so I said,

"I'm not that bad!"

I  got out of my plant

for all the world to see:

I will  become the best worm

that I can ever  be!

Author's Note

My first poem for children (and child-at-heart).

Reviews

[Daffy]

Yes, it matters not what we are, or who we are, just as long as we do our best to be as we are. Be grateful to God for our life, no matter how difficult or how disabled, or how ugly or how ill. Count our blessings, count them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done!

[Blue]

Thank you so much, Daffy!

[Eddie Davis]

Hey, those worms stir up the soil and help the plants grow, so I'd say they're pretty important. Neat little poem, wow, you can write about anything!

[Blue]

True! I chose worm because I originally wanted it to transform into a butterfly at the last stanza. But I changed my mind. Thank you, Eddie. I wish I could write sci-fi (like you do). I find it challenging and I still don't have enough intellect for that.