I found an old poem I wrote when I was sixteen and I had to share!

We are a soup,
A bowl of leftovers,
A mix of vegetables.

A dash of spices.
Compliments of the chef,
Organizing our ingredients.

We each have a donation,
From talent to spirit,
And effort, too.

In a pot we all go,
With lots to give.

"Together, we are one."