Dark and dreary was the eve
that completely changed my life.
The wind made it hard to walk,
for it was blowing hard up against me
and shifting me off of the sidewalk.
It made my body lean.
I had to shake my head
around a few times, for
it was dripping puddles
upon the sidewalk.
The thunder crashed loudly
in my ear and I was startled
by its loud crackling.
I looked around and I looked up
letting the water hit my face
for a few moments.
I didn't know my direction.
I was heading north, but
that is not what I mean.
I mean my destiny
and my meaning.
You couldn't define me.
What was I but
a biography unwritten?
I was nothing more really.
Sure you could call me
an individual, but what
sort of individual?
I am the helping kind.
I like to help anyone and everyone,
but they have to give me a chance
and if they do, well, I'll do my best
to help them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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