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Daily Poetry #30, February 27, 2017 Word: Pinwheel As the world goes round, continuing to spin as we humans walk, And now that I realize it, I’m stepping along with the Earth too. Nervously but eagerly, I march along through time, wondering Where this dirty road will take me when I step on it. Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path, With the memories that I hold on to, I will see this through. Though I’m weak, I’ll bend like flimsy wood, it won’t stop me, So, for the future, I hope you’ll wish me luck. Seeing that the world evolves, so I must move forward with it, My weak bones of wood will slowly turn to metal. I no longer cry, I’m not the weak child you knew before, But I hope when I roll home, you’ll still recognize me. Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path, Like the spindles, my arms reach out to a bright future. My skin may be blemished with scratches and bruises, So when I come home, will you help me heal? Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path, But when I stop for a moment, I hope you’ll hold me up. Looking up at the bright blue sky that is familiar to me, I hope I have made you proud.