A short poetic essay
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Poem by: EricBeau
I was looking at myself these last few days.What had I accomplished?What have I done?Where's it all at?
I know that you don't really know any more than I do.Yes,we all have our success and failures.Our pride and joy.
A flower grows by the sidewalk.Near a burdgeoning asphalt city
Men and women walk by.The little flower goes unnoticed.
I could cry a million tears at my own hoplessness,my disasters and personal failures.
Please forgive me ,mother Theresa for I am just a man.But enough about me .
The little flower receives some attention but eventually wilts and dies.
Am I crying for that little flower or for myself?Who really knows?
Maybye I'm just one within society's billion souls who crave love and attention just like that little flower did,maybye.
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