The World Around Us

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 25, 2016

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If you look into the sky,

There's something you will see.

 

It can be found as big or small,

Some even really tall.

 

Looking green, red, or blue,

If no color, that's okay, it could.

Find it here and everywhere,

Exactly as it should.

 

You have a very concerning look,

This thing I talk about, you want to hear it strife.

Some don't know it's meaning,

While, I've already mentioned it, it is life.

 

If you've come to find it's meaning,

That is no surprise.

But it's different for everyone,

It's how you see it with your eyes.

 

Answer these truthfully,

And you will have the truth, none the less.

But lie about it,

That is ruthless.

 

You find a man,

In a cab, who has dropped a dollar.

Do you pocket the money,

Or do you let out a holler?

 

If you answered give it back,

That shows you really care.

Now let's make it different,

It's the mean and rich mayor.

Give it back,

Or keep it.

Give it to the poor,

Or spend it on a baseball mitt?

 

Answered give it back again,

While that's not another surprise.

Here is a quote from Malcolm X,

And it is very wise.

 

"Whenever you are going after something that is yours,

you are within your legal rights to lay a claim it.

and anyone who puts forth any effort to deprive you of which is yours,

is breaking the law, is a criminal."

 

Answered keep it,

Then the meaning of life is rich.

Want to spend it, yours is to have all,

From a itty-bitty chunk of gold, to the world's biggest beach ball.

 

Answered give to the poor,

While that's a helping hand.

Until he gets arrested, for they think he stole it,

At the Mayor's command.

 

Last of all,

We have the very first answer.

Want to hear it,

Sure?

 

Your meaning is,

The Truth of all Life.

You hate lies, and wrong doings,

When you do something very wrong, it feels like a knife.

 

Life just isn't a feeling, it's also how are,

For with out it, there is no use in alive,

So we must do good in life,

If it is to survive.

 

With trees of green,

A sea of blue.

Life is the best,

Oh, in life there is just so much to do!


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