I know I may not mean much,
I never truly have.
I’m somewhat of a doormat,
But not quite as crude.
When it comes to this world,
Not much means anything.
We live,
We work,
We die.
It’s what we do in between,
That truly matters.
It’s how we change the world,
Without truly knowing it.
We all have our own worlds,
We do what we please with them.
I use mine,
To help others if I can.
I mean little,
Even to my own world.
Even so,
I do as I can.
You mean more to my world,
Than anyone else ever has.
I’m illiterate though,
If that’s what you’d believe.
Words that mean nothing,
Even less than I.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
