Grateful For Our Gifts Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

Every single day of boredom is light
As the shadows cast by others are tight
Around our inner beauty, we feel sorrow
For them, poor souls, poor them
For not seeing,
For not understanding,
And so our energy restores
And we are grateful for our gifts.
Paradoxically we may despise life,
Ours, namely, or its turns and tides,
And yet revere the entire universe
And each inner persona, in a verse.

May all be at leastas fortunate as we.
Such delights and treasures
That not all are able to see.