Individual, as one
We are born
Touching lives as we go
Never to know our affect
on another, until removed
Desperate to find reason
For existence here
Why should we care?
The circle continues
Generations go on
Yet the first in order
Began the line
Heritage passed down
Traditions handed off
Wonder all the while
What if it stopped
Cease to exist
And the effects start to show
Just how much each brings
To the life of another
Who knows where you’d be
Had each not been there
To aid in each step
Adding to your being
Imagine who you’d be
Without each person
Who has entered your life
Touched you in some way
Helped you through and
Guided with love
Criticized to make you strong
Cried with you in pain
Each thing we do
No matter how small
Touches another in some way
Be careful with judgment
Be carefree with respect
For you never know
Who touches you
Until it’s too late
4 comments:
Each thing we do
No matter how small
Touches another in some way
Be careful with judgment
Be carefree with respect
I liked the above 5 lines of your poem. It says so much though just in 5 lines.
-Stella
Stella,
Thank you for reading and commenting. This one is a bit long, but it has so much to say.
Paula
Relationships are often taken for granted and thus people break them carelessly. Eventually you end up alone if you don't ever realize how valuable they are. This poem says it nicely.
dennis
Dennis,
Thanks for your comment, I think much in life is taken for granted.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Paula
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