Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, is a poem that I love because it really tells a story of Walt Whitman’s life. So, I also wrote a poem about myself.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what my mind is thinking is my belief.
I am the flower with the age of eighteen,
The only unique flower among millions of them.
I am like the wind.
No one can catch me and own me.
Sunlight and light winds are kissing my skin.
The melody of the birds’ voice,
The beat of the insects’ sound,
the running river are emerge out in my head.
The place that off the beaten track.
Quiet, nature, and free.
Backward I see in my own days
where I chased,
Through the forest with freedom.
I don’t love to beat around the bush,
I don’t like to repeat myself,
I don’t like to show off myself.
I am myself don’t compare me with other people.
I don’t like people gathering together
And gossip about something that is not related to them.
I don’t spill the beans.
I have my own principles,
Not everyone is necessary to follow my principles.
Everyone has their own style,
There is no need to copy it.
Have you wonder about how wide the ocean was?
Have you ever curious about how far the sky can reach?
Have you ever imagine about flying like a bird freely
in the sky?
Stop! Being foolish and wondering around.
Time is like water flowing away quickly,
You shall cherish it. (Hold the time and don’t let it go)
Have the wide knowledge and use them,
Have the suitable time and don’t waste them.
You shall find out all the things that
you want to know about.
Never give yourself an excuse and forget
what is ahead of you.
I believe the world is round.
But, it is nothing.
I still believe Pluto is a planet.
But, it is nothing.
Sometimes, I wonder if Santa is coming
to my house during Christmas Day.
But, it is still nothing.
I believe life, works, educations, and true love are important.
Because they are something valuable.
Clear and Sweet in soul,
Charming, complacent, and muddleheaded.
Shows myself.
Standing at same spot,
People wonder and stop.
They look at me and I look at myself,
Now, I know myself.
Backward I see in my own day, where
I think and realized who I truly am.
This world is mysterious,
And since I am youth.
I don’t understand it,
And I kept mute.
