matters
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When daybreak comes and I no longer care
to listen for the mourning doves first cry,
anticipate the sunrise in the sky
or smell the apple blossoms in the air
my passion to write poetry will die.
Everything Matters to Me !
If I didn't have my parents
I would not have been here today
I am 17 years of age and
yes I been through it all
but the question is
What Matters ?
She clings to her rules
As tightly as she ties her bun
No piece out of place,
Polished and proper.
For her there is only one;
One way to answer
One way to think
One way to question
We are all given the same time but what does that dictate that a plant can walk or a dog
learn to speak.
When seven billion people exist how many can truly be seen but a few in the gleaming light
of stars embrace.
Always finding the negativeCounter exampling the positiveGood times or badEither way I'm always kind of glad
When I talk with youIt takes away the bluesYour nice sweet voiceCan make me rejoice
