As a poineer in a foreign land
She has explored the many areas of life
With "what's", "why's", and "how's"
She is aware that death marks the seconds with all "oxen and lamb"
But who you are lives through the ages
She has only lived here for a little while
Yet she knows that the hard worker
Is, in some ways, dead weight's slave
She knows that lust is a moment
But love is perfect and eternal
She knows that humans have thumbs, hearts, and brains
To work and to help others with compassion and reason
And her knowledge of these things and much more
Cause her to behave in the way she was made to
She admires the beauty of the sunrise on the meadow
And the beauty of the sunset that sits on the ocean
Nature has grown something within her
That caused beauty to glow from the inside-out
She's not perfect, but all who know her say, "She's pretty close"
So tell me, neurologists and great minds of the like
Why is she a "C" student?
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Thoughts in Bold Ink
PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
