Accalades and Baracades

Accolades And Barricades. The accolades that I have won The medals for all the deeds I’ve done The countless diplomas and awards The rapturous applause Don’t say who I am But where I’ve been And mean little I don’t shout about it And I keep it underwraps unseen Far better that people see me For who I am And aspire to be A product of my good parents Who sacrificed so much With such a caring loving touch Pointing me in the right direction For I am their reflection Far from perfect But good at heart Even though my worlds fell apart I do things that I know Would make my parents proud To show Even though they are not around no more They help me grow They taught me The little things are important That are free And mean a lot Not the possessions You have got And be thankful and content With your lot And the life you have spent. Peter Dome©2019.