Very few friends have accompanied me
Throughout most of my life.
A lonesome child by choice,
I never really cared for any.
But as age grew me taller,
So did it my curiosity.
Who were these people?
What is their purpose?
I branched out,
And what I discovered
Still startles me.
These people struck me,
Leaving me fully flabbergasted.
Wonderfully wretched,
Uniquely similar,
Perfectly flawed.
How could I be so blind?
Each pair of eyes
Is a colorful door;
Behind each door,
A tale waits to be told,
A lesson waits to be learned.
The knowledge infinite;
The discoveries limitless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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