'broken Crayons'
Broken crayons in my bag
Still has a purpose
It can add color to a dull day
Words, you are afraid to say
Can be shared without shame
These broken crayons still has its worth
Just like us as humans
We might be a little broken and bruise
But we are still important
We still have a purpose
You can brighten someone's day
You can paint another's sky with a myriad of shades
Be like those broken crayons in my bag
Let your actions be your words
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2021
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