talents
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Dear Forgotten Ones,
In the beginning,
I took you for granted.
In the beginning,
I hid you on a shelf.
You collected dust
In the back of my mind
For many a year.
One Day I lost you, disappeared in thin Air, I went searching for you but could not find you anywhere
Oh the grief you have caused I nearly pulled out my Hair, I looked up, down, all around but nowhere
Concrete blocks on the sidewalk
A bounce in every step
A beam for each passing face
A passion firing to every heart
A simplistic reminder
I am not too funny
Not delightfully clever
I am not beautiful,
Being that my face does not inspire poems or ballads
My tall lanky frame is not the object of envy
When I walk into a room no one stops and stares
Dawn is upon us
The blue sky, the beautiful roses
Let us be appreciative
Of these gifts through our choices.
Spic spac rickety rack
you're the talent, I the act
aim to please but crowds of one
good for the soul, our makings of fun
You burn so bright day after day
I'm the doer of deeds, of passions so gay
