A Boy Named Roy

PLEASE NOTE: THIS POEM IS IN NO WAY REAL. I'M JUST TRYING MY LUCK AT WRITING A STORY IN THE FORM OF POETRY. LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED READING IT.

Roy
was a boy
with no more than his family and a toy.

His parents were kind
with a great sense of mind.

Roy was shy,
yet knew how to get buy.

He went to school
not to be a fool,
or act cool,
but to learn the rule.

He was always teased
like a horrible disease,
and yet was always pleased.

Despite all he went through
he was never blue.

He did what he had to do
to keep everyone on cue
and always stood true.

He always cared
no matter how he faired.

He had a good heart
all from the start
and to add was very smart.

He was viewed as an insignificant
all because he was different.

He was always swift,
never took a drift
and had a wonderful gift.

His dream was to be a poet
with no fear to show it
and let everyone know it.

His family gave their every support
building his mind like a fort.

He did his very best
to keep everything at rest.

After school, he went to poetry groups
that gave him all sorts of loops.

After graduating, he went to college
where he gained plenty of knowledge.

He wanted to be an influence
without causing a nuisance.

One day, his dream took shape
and stuck like tape
giving everyone a whole new drape.

They now lived in a house
like a nest for a grouse.

One day, Roy was shot
and left with a dot
leaving his family to weep a whole lot.

Could there have been another way?
This is hard to say.

Roy played life with a glorious role.
Now he must rest with his peaceful soul.