Family

We walk by thousands every day,

every week,

every year.

Yet we choose a select group to see every day,

every week,

every year.

Some tall

others small

But always the same every day,

every week,

every year.

Some are prone to arguments

others to romance.

But always the same every day,

every week,

every year.

Family

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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