I Could Never Have Reached the Moon
I could never have reached the moon,
Looking at the stardust of the past.
I seemed to have been bounced from wall to wall.
However,I lived all my life as each day was my last!
Some people wanted me, to a conformist be?
That idea so offensive, please I begged, pour hot oil on me!
I fought so many fights, just to stay alive.
And fought for the lives of all my soul sisters and soul brothers,
So they indeed would thrive!
Even today, I will fight because evil is everywhere.
And, I better stop quelling on my being insignificantly, popular.
And on my sore knees do I fall!
No moaning nor weeping about my past..
Thanking my God for His cornucopia of His all.
Just speaking out and doing my best!
Till my very warm last breath...
For to me, that is the only real test!
October 1st, 2019
Poem inspired by Line Gauthier
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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