Fitting In
Fitting In
She never fit in, or so she thought.
In the lonely moonlight, she pondered...what good had her many
poems wrought?
She was not one to impress others, perish that thought.
She was writing for her friends and family, no trophies were ever
sought.
Like all of us, one day she knew she would not be here.
These were her thoughts, left for posterity.
Acknowledging to the world, that she, indeed, was once here.
December 8, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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