My Poetry

Lights And Stories

So many unfamiliar faces, she is overwhelmed

They have their own lives, their own stories

And she can see them all for who they really are

Some good, some evil

Some sensible, some whimsical

But, she can see them all

All of their faults and imperfections

But, also their compassion, their ideas, their feelings

That is what she loves most of all

All the good things they have to celebrate

All the good they've made

In a cold, dark world, we need all the light we can get

No matter how we get it