The World and Me
It is gratifying that,
Words still have simpler forms,
And feelings still have milder versions.
That seasons still change,
And I get to soak up the sun everyday.
How I know,things most don't,
And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me.
How I can love,
And know my heart's bigger,
my sky's bigger,
my smile's bigger,
Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know
The world for me isn't just a place,
It's a mother's love,
A young girl's dreams,
A dead man's wish to be reminisced,
Sweet summer breeze,
A bouquet of tulips,
A child's curiosity,
Not merely a story,an allegory.
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