we all

We all stumble somewhere 

scraped knees and bruises 

bandaids and “get better” kisses

we all grow older 

resulting in it becoming our responsibility 

to reach the bandaids in the bathroom

and the aspirin on the top shelf

we all get tired

in a life that is ever moving

and we all need someone 

that makes the clock stop for a moment

we all need someone 

and I’m beyond grateful for mine

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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