Pondering September 7th

Your eyes always smile,
Even when your heart wants to cry
You're so good,
I may never know whether your smile is real
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Although, I looked like everyone else
I was different.
I possessed a special piece of paper
They didn't.

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You're important to me
like food to my body
And although I may neglect you for a few
When things get really busy
You're never far from my mind
And when I feel invincible,
I think I don't need you to survive
But the joke will always be on me.

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Poverty isn't funny
And if you are here to help,
then do.
How can you choose to help some,
and ignore the rest.
Does that not make your sleeping conscience toss and turn?

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