Me
What was I yesterday
Was I the same as today
Each little thing
That made me sing
Not the same as a tear
When losing was clear
Am I built of each of these things now
As the days weeks months and years allow
What were those expectations then
Do they matter in the end
For we are made not only born to it
Am I in the end made to fit .
© Paul Warren Poetry
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