The Bakery Shop
I am a baker
I can make a variety of things
I can make loaves of bread and cookies
Like a baguette or macarons
I am just a tiny baker with my tiny little bakery at the end of town.
One day, a swarm of people came rushing in,
Demanding I give them everything I can make.
Of course, I try but the customers grow impatient
When I am done, they demand more and more
When I am low on ingredients and try to close shop,
I am called “failure”
I am forced to continue baking items with what little I have,
To supply those who demand
So I ask you this, dear reader,
Do I fail though I try all I can?
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