Everyday of our lives,
we pass things up.
These things can be meaningless,
or they can be life changing.
Walking down the street, we'll pass
the leaf blowing in the wind,
and not give it a second look.
It may not serve us a purpose,
but it serves us the beauty we should appreciate.
Walking down the street, we'll pass
the victim of something terrible,
and not give it a second look.
It may not be our problem,
but they are our brothers and sisters,
and we should cherish them.
Everything we come in contact with serves a purpose,
so make its purpose part of your purpose.
//d.f.
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Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*