Poem #97: My People Are Not the Same
#98 of Poetry
So, been admittedly feeling a little sad and reminiscing of the people I used to be surrounded by. Moving away from everything you've ever known twice tends to have that eventual effect every now and then. Well, this short poem was born from those emotions. I hope that you enjoy it.
We start out with our connections as an empty light board
Slowly, each empty spot is replaced with a little light bulb
As the years roll by, more lights appear But not always
Some lights go dim Some lights burn out Some lights shatter
It's a sad, but true fact That all lights burn bright somewhere but not all are here.
~bhscorch1313
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