Full of Awe
My life if full of awe
Never would I think to withdrawl.
I have friends, family and ones I love,
Memories and experience I wouldn't dispose of.
In this life I have been given a gift, one so rare;
I love to give this gift to those whom experience despair.
Listen as I share this gift, the one that keeps me on my toes,
The one that allows me to love on others, as it shows:
I listen. I listen to the pain of those around,
Those who have no awe, those who frown.
Because of those with no hurrah,
My life is full of awe.
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