A Poem For Zendaya

What a terrible day I said
This day I will not even leave my bed

This world is cruel I said
I feel heaviness and dread

What is the purpose of me leaving this bed
When all hope feels dead

Then I heard a little voice cry
Come on Grandpa you must try!

I summoned all my might
I heeded the command that was surely right

Come on Grandpa you must try!
Please Grandpa don't make me cry

So I reached for the little hand of the one
who gave the great command
Come On Grandpa you must try!

The sun has risen and it's time you leave
your little prison

Come on Grandpa lets go have some fun!
Ready! Set! I'm about to run!

Don't let your little Zendaya cry
Please Grandpa, Please Grandpa
You must try!