Matter Poem by Madrason .

Matter

The boy climbing the coconut or mango tree
just to feed a friend or his family
that is what elevation is to me
the devil is kissing our ears with fears
the trail of tears for identity
but life blesses us every single day
life is paving our way as if to say
don't be fooled there is no Way
time is a joker to get you moved
you are time for you've been approved
you have tree jobs in-between all sleep
getting positive, being positive and staying it
being aware with care and share the openness
there won't be a minute of your life you'll miss
spread the word it's tenderness
and nothing here for you to keep! M

Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: identity,jobs,tree
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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