The World is Too Much

The thing about pain,

Is it will not last forever,

And it is painful for now,

But gets better with time,

The thing about scars,

Is they all start to fade,

Until it is nothing but a shade,

Of the cuts that were made,

The thing about today,

Is there is always the next,

And if you cannot seem to smile,

I have one to lend,

The thing about help,

Is it’s all around,

But will not know is needed,

Unless you reach out for a hand,

The thing about love,

Is you cannot feel its meaning,

Until you let someone know,

That it is just a feeling.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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