Me short poem

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There could be a bend in the road,
or a storm in the sea,
a fire in the forest,
but all I think about is me.

The skies may open asunder,
or the winds may blow all away,
trees may come crashing,
but my thoughts from me won’t stray.

Putting myself last in the order, I was taught to do,
to always put the I, me or mine after the you.
So when and why exactly did I begin to bend the rules?
Look around and I notice that you’re doing it too.

Selfish in body and selfish in soul,
each one living in a world of their own.
Convenience sometimes, or mere habit could be,
to abandon all else and think of oneself alone.

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It’s time everyone thought about others than the ME factor! Perfect relevant in especially today’s times:)


why didn’t i know you write??? ok i did…but not stuff like this!!! love it love it love it 🙂


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