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My Heart

My heart has many defects, Transposed arteries just to start. The wall is missing too, Between the lower pumps in my heart. Parents were told that I would die, Sometime through the night. That was back in 73, I am still here alright! But it did push me into darkness, For I did not understand. And did a lot of crazy ****, And wondered who I am! But I got through all that dark time, And now; have become one, With this great universe that we live in. We are here to love with fun. To help the under privileged, For I really understand. I know we all can do it, We just have to lend a hand. We all have to try and unite, As one together in this place. It does not matter where you come from, Hey we all do have a face. And our hearts that was given; from the almighty up above, We should be going around and using it, You know that thing we feel called love. It should be unconditional; to anyone we meet, No matter who they are, for we’re all different and unique. We have to accept our differences, For it makes who we are, For if we were all the same. There would be no reason for the stars, No reason to meet anyone, for we all would be the same. You wouldn’t experience new things in life, It would all be pretty plain. Same reason for seeing good and bad in this world that we live, If there was no good or bad, We couldn’t know what it is. Life would be flat and senseless, For we would always feel the same. Yeah things might all be perfect, But we would not know perfect by that aim. So realize in our differences; that we are here to love and care, For all of us around us, Because this world was meant to share. And my heart is now being problematic, Not scared though for it’s okay. If I die tomorrow, Well I got this out of the way. That there is more to life than this, For I know that too. But it all depends on who you are, And what you try to do.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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