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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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