I am.
I am constantly bouncing,
From one moment to another,
Some happy, some not.
I am constantly living,
From one day to another,
Some enjoyable, some not.
I am constantly smiling,
From one ear to another,
Some truthful, some not.
I am contantly dying,
From one second to another,
Some painless, some not.
Is it wrong to be bouncing?
I don't think so,
Is it wrong to be living?
I know it's not so,
Is it wrong to be smiling?
Would anyone say so?
Is it wrong to be dying?
Everyone would say no.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world
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