A Poem- Someone's Someone Special
Take a Look
Watch the World
Sitting on a park bench,
And watch the world go by,
Not a lot of time for anyone to stop and ask for a reason why.
Barely even noticed,
Without saying a word,
Making us ruthless and cold.
Doing your best is rarely enough,
And when you give,
they always want more.
Remember to breathe,
Remember to lie,
Remember that it is a game,
And how to get through this life.
Then from the corner of an empty life,
A mother reaches out and holds her child tight.
A calm is collected,
I am eager to believe
That there is more to life than famine and disease
Care and love,
She wipes his tear,
She knows that this won’t last,
As the days become years.
Smiles as he turns around,
He waves back at her.
Watching him leave,
Is truly the pain that hurts.
As he disappears and out of her sight,
She hangs her head and lets out a sigh,
Strength isn’t never saying a word,
Or yelling when you haven’t been listened to and been ignored.
It isn’t being a stone,
or allowing your soul to turn cold.
It is feeling what is important,
And allowing in our world.
Life allows for tears and it allows for pain,
it brings happy moments,
Just as it has brought us all shame.
But as I look around,
I know what I feel,
and I know that I am meant to be,
And I am more than real
I am someone’s hope,
I am someone’s someone special
And because of that I will never be empty inside.
The mistakes were not grand,
The pleasure was sometimes pain.
Then a little child gave me perspective,
And then he showed me the way.
As much as I teach him,
As much as I carry him
I would not be me again,
If I didn’t love him.
He doesn’t have a clue,
The love in my heart,
And I know if I lost him,
I would fall apart.
Sitting on a park bench,
Looking at the world,
I sit back and smile, and enjoy being alone.
People are still moving fast,
In hurry to get somewhere.
I’m taking my time enjoying life,
For as long as I am still here.
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