The Lord Only Knows
Sitting with one elbow on the table
Hand on chin resting my tired neck- I think
Why am I not that bird on that cable
Why am I not yellow, purple or pink
Why am I not that seed that grows a tree
Why am I not that cloud that spills the rain
What happened- how did I come to be me
Why do I have feelings of love and pain
Why am I not the sun that shines so bright
Why am I just one thing and not many
Why am I not the stars that glow at night
Why am I not a shiny new penny
I guess what I am is just meant to be
For the lord only knows, why- am I me
Why am I me? Poetry Contest
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8/23/2021
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2021
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