My second attempt

This is my second attempt to write a poem,

Though it may sound lousy and cheesy,

I still think that it is perky.

This life seems so obscure,

With people rushing just to open the door,

I try to offer my hand,

But the only thing i get is just another chance to be ignored.

Some people are learning ABCs,

While other thought that they are busier than bees,

Of all the things i said before,

Only a few of them choose to stay and implore

Heck, they can be what they want to be,

A bee, busy bees or diddly-bimbo-bees,

I ll sit here waiting for people,

To let me offer my hand to open the door

Sleepless Moron