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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