For my weekend project I decided to do a poem since I think it would fit best with the book. Some of this poem was made already but I added in my own parts too:
Daisy and Tom look at each other for a moment in silence.
They say Tom's got some woman in New YorkBut you shouldn't believe everything you hear.She smiles slowly andwalking through her husband as if he is a ghostshakes hands with Tomlooking him flush in the eye.Wilson thinks she goes to see her sister in New York.Tom's the first sweetie she ever had.They stand face to faceDiscussing in impassioned voicesWhether Mrs. Wilson has any rightTo mention Daisy's name.Daisy!Daisy!Daisy!Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan breaks her nose with his open hand.Daisy glances up and holds out her handHer eyes fasten with an awed expression on her little finger;The knuckle is black and blue.A brute of a manA greatBigHulkingPhysical specimen of a—You must know Gatsby.The officer looked at DaisyIn a way that every young girl wants to be looked at some time.His name was Jay Gatsby.It's a strange coincidence.But it's not a coincidence at all.He wants her to see his house.He's afraid, he's waited so long.He's waited five years.The exhilarating ripple of her voice is a wild tonic in the rain.We haven't met for many years.Five years.You can't repeat the past.He kissed her.She blossomed for him like a flowerOne autumn nightFive years ago.You can't repeat the past.Daisy and Tom sit opposite each other at the kitchen table.They're not happyAnd yet they're not unhappy.No telephone message arrivedGatsby didn't believe it would come.He no longer cares.He has paid a high priceFor living too long with a single dream.Five years next November.Mr. Gatsby is dead.
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