As I Am, Happy Poem by Steven Rodgers

As I Am, Happy



The lackluster sprig jones' to be,
An oak that towers above,
The city pigeon dreams a plea,
To become the snow white dove,
It is purely nature pushing will,
Our desire to be more,
Will we never simply settle still,
Content behind the door?

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