Click

I remember in the third grade,

I wrote a poem which received

such praise from all around

I thought I had it made.

They put me up on the stage

and had me read the lines

and when I reached the end

my words were all the rage.

Applause erupted throughout

the auditorium and through

the halls, barely contained

within the walls. I could shout.

Now, I know just the trick

to writing what others like,

and the praise comes not in applause,

but rather, with a simple click.

© Autumn Siders 2015