People
One thing I cannot live without,
Is the people who surround me.
My greatest fear is being alone, no doubt
so keeping the people I love close to me is key.
People have always been there
through all the ups and the downs.
And I know at times some might have an evil glare,
But they are their own reason for their frowns.
Who one surrounds them self with is their decision,
and I like my choices so far.
There is no need for any division,
people are just people; even if they drive a fancy car.
But on this island, I only need,
those people who bring me joy.
And I know if we all agreed,
those people could be anyone; even a farm boy.
People are the greatest form of my happiness,
So there is no room for any sappiness.
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