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This poem is a cross-section of my life, my soul, my history... perhaps also of yours. Read it, and perhaps see your own past - or your future.
Sometimes you just put down what happens, and it turns out it's a choking feeling in your throat, or a bit of someone's life, or both; you write it down and call it a poem.
Just a poem reflecting on days gone by and missing those important people in our lives who are no longer with us.
Everybody makes a difference in this world, everybody somehow makes a difference on somebody else. I feel that this is a poem for you, because you could have made a difference to me.
You could have been the best friend to the parents of the friend of my teacher in school, who all learned the same important lesson from each other. This lesson could have been then passed on to me.
I am 13, and I am only in Middle School, so maybe you will still affect me in the future... but today I have a poem for you.
You could have been the best friend to the parents of the friend of my teacher in school, who all learned the same important lesson from each other. This lesson could have been then passed on to me.
I am 13, and I am only in Middle School, so maybe you will still affect me in the future... but today I have a poem for you.
The vivid imagination of a child came to me one night, and I found that I could see exactly what I saw when I was a little younger. When the innocence of childhood still held appeal and I could be amused with a little cardboard and a stick. When my friends were my life and my backyard was my world.
I feel like a mystery suspense cliff hanger in a series of books that is never finished. As of yet, I, of course, only fill a couple chapters, but sooner or later my book will be full and I will have to move on to another.
I submit to you that this poem describes what life is. Our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts. If we stay true to them and hold on to them, then they become for us what our life is. Even the attempt to achieve them creates who, and what we are, and what we become.
Dedicated to Stacey, for whom it was written.
Dedicated to Stacey, for whom it was written.
This poem is about the treasures of life and how life can be achieved.
The meaning of life has different meanings to different people in different cultures. it is something we all ask ourselves but there has never been a definitive answer. Here is my answer.
Life is so full of lessons but one people never seem to learn is about self-acceptance. Just be the best that you can be and most will accept you as you are.
