Disclaimer: I own nothing except my love, and this poem of course !

A/N: I feel like a poetry writing machine...just got the initiative to write one about Sam's constant struggle to get Frodo to smile.







Cheer Up Mr. Frodo







What if I die here?

I've always suspected

That I won't have the time to get home

But what if it happens

That I wont feel the soft grass

Where the love of my heart once shown

That I won't feel the sun

Warm my tired feet

As it shines clear most of the day

That I'll die in the fires that consume life like pyres

Till the wind sweeps my ashes away

That I won't ever right down

All the "adventures" I've found

And try to love all the while

So until I lose hope

And know I have to give in

Then why is there reason to smile?