It's what keeps a man running,
it's what keeps his body going.
The things which grow in the fields,
the things which grow on the trees.
You may think it's really not that strong a subject,
to be writing a poem about.
But when you come to think of it,
we're all under its shroud.
It's a common reason which binds us together,
Young or Old, Upper or Lower.
Everybody wants it,
Everybody needs it.
It's everywhere, so much that you waste it.
But when you see that boy,
In he trash cans rummaging.
You come to realise,
what an insensitive fate we're mustering.
While we're lounging in our homes,
Choosing cuisines.
There are people stranded alone and in hunger,
Who have nothing even to eat.
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A/N: Yeah, just came from dinner so....*feel guilty?*
♥@DawnWesson4evah :'( :')
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26 Letters(Book 1 in The Numero Lexicon) #Wattys2016
Poetry"Things we experience everyday, Things we feel throughout our way, Everything from when we started to when we'll end... And all those to whom gratitude and love we send... Here's to living with joy in our hearts, and never letting the hardships tear...
