we all
We all stumble somewhere
scraped knees and bruises
bandaids and “get better” kisses
we all grow older
resulting in it becoming our responsibility
to reach the bandaids in the bathroom
and the aspirin on the top shelf
we all get tired
in a life that is ever moving
and we all need someone
that makes the clock stop for a moment
we all need someone
and I’m beyond grateful for mine
This poem is about:
Me
Our world