Broader Horizons

Often did I not ponder poetry,

oh how I loathed it.

 

How it made me think

as Tesla did current.

 

Different emotions soaring

like the sun rising on an early Sunday morning.

 

Looking through the eyes of many,

from times not my own.

 

Beginning to appreciate

what I once thought a mockery.

 

Opening a broader horizon

seeing the world new again.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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