“Poetic People”
People who laugh, and people who cry,
People who sin, and people who lie,
These people, will say their goodbyes.
A minute, an hour, a day, and a year,
Are moments in one’s career.
60, 24, 365.
Numbers, and our life’s fast pace.
We first must chase,
Then race,
Finally, we circle, in space.
We will never forget a person’s face.
A face of sadness, serenity, or surprise.
A face of despair, disgust, or disguise.
People that appreciate a moment.
People that reflect, repent, and rejoice.
These people, have the largest voice.
Yet,
We all have a choice.
Pause, and it’s too late.
We must stop being the “bait.”
A lure,
Controlled by money, sex, and power.
Our generation must plant a new flower.
A kinetic plant, of change, growth, and repair.
No more despair, only clean breaths of air.
Our journey must start now.
Let’s begin to plough, sow, and vow,
A seed of poetic people pursuing purpose.


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