Persons Are Blessings
Popping kernel thoughts on my mind
Can not stop but put them in write
So, I search a pen to twine and wind
Before I run dry and sickness bites
I thought of the many blessings I have
My fingers and toes both outnumbered
My life been unceasingly filled with love
Letting me feel: special and remembered
The hundred persons I have met and dealt
They have been all very loving and kind
Good or bad my heart they svelte and melt
Allowing my growth and peace of mind
They look at us
As if there is fuss
As we are far different
They see this an impediment?
Wish they have known
A friend I found in you
Regardless of faith and color
We tried to implore and explore
By:
olive_eloi
4:59 pm
12/02/2013
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