Poem plz do not plagiarize make original

I'm living the dream today

I get to be in the big parade

marching and singing to the beat

I hope this day never ends, its much too sweet

Can we put our day into a glass jar

and keep it forever I guess a globe is similar

Today I'm living the American dream

I never want it to end, it would ruin my self-esteem

I lived every day putting up a fight

against all of those thoughts who thought they were right

They liked screamed and kick

which only made me follow my wish

How did I do it

I must say

I never found out even today

I just know that this was meant to be

That good old childhood dream

Today I got to follow my dream

My descriptions aren't even a bit extreme

When you practice what you wish

Some day you might receive this gift

Explanation:

Hope this helps! :)

Those lovely days,

When the cuckoos made their beautiful sound,

And little kids who played on the ground,

But my youth, it fades...

I sat today on my wheelchair,

Thinking about the mundanity of life,

When the cuckoos stopped singing

and when, they ran away, that spice

The spice was none other than my face,

burnt with red marks

As I covered my face with a cloth

I realized about the human race.

They love you when you are young,

Call you names and cuddle,

But when you grow up.

The spikes of beauty are flung.

the author is showing that it is the insatisfaction of basic needs that brings about the protests such as the strikes.if workers do not earn enough to buy food and feed their families and themselves in order to continue working, what is the use of working? besides, another message from the author is that of the owners of factories should be worried about ensuring their furure by having a second and third generation of workers in their industries.if they do not hear the workers demands, they will not have any more workers to make their pockets full.

absolutely it most certainly can.