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?
