Sometimes
I just wake up
And there is another Day to face
In a body that has already
Known it's better days
And I wonder why the Hel
I keep returning
Being Human
Isn't the easiest
Of things
It involves being mortal
It involves caring that we are
It involves deciding
What to be
Remembered for
And I for one
Would like to be remembered
As one of the generation
That learned to keep the peace
Between the land
And it's people
It really doesn't ask for much
To take only what we need
To give back what we can
And to pick up after ourselves
And it's days like these
I realize
That I must still
Have some picking up
To do
Before I leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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