Broader Horizons
Often did I not ponder poetry,
oh how I loathed it.
How it made me think
as Tesla did current.
Different emotions soaring
like the sun rising on an early Sunday morning.
Looking through the eyes of many,
from times not my own.
Beginning to appreciate
what I once thought a mockery.
Opening a broader horizon
seeing the world new again.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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