Permanent Guests

 

They come so often

It is not a surprise anymore

For these visitors are

Now residents

In my eyes

I barely notice them

As they come and go

Often

Always here, though

When in distress

To help me through

Time and time

Again

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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