They Did

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's about what separates great speakers from us.

If I could write anything as monumental as what the People like John Lennon, Lord Byron, William Shakespeare, George Orwell, Or even Dr. Seuss My life would be complete.

But I can't.

I've still got Texan miles to go. My ideas are like deserts, My prose, parched, Compared to them other rich written woven tapestries

And the weird thing is that they, Of all, People, Are no different from me.

They still went through the same pains, Pleasures, Ex- Periences, and Problems,

That every single man out here on this earth has gone through.

There is nothing incredibly supernatural about them either. They still died. They proved to be mortal. They were still subject to the laws of humanity.

Heck, Even The grammar and Vocab- Ulary they use, Is no different, From anyone else's.

It's what they did with what was given to them, That matters. They turned the mundane, Into Music City Miracles. They captured the pain in such a way, That everyone could relay and relate. They never tried to imitate, Or replicate, Things that others did before. They never tried to sugarcoat What was true.

They did not

sing.

They did not act. They spoke and they saw.

They weren't

pretenders.

They each spoke about the world,

T H E Y

Were forced to live in.

They embraced the harsh realities of life, And declared it beautiful all the same.

And that 's what Counts anyway

After all...

They Did.


Submitted: October 30, 2012

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