Perfect Timing

What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed

 

But behind every smile is a story

 

She writes her book day by day making

 

her own moral for every page

 

 

 

 

 

To everyone else she's lucky

 

To them good words are all she speaks

 

They admire her pride and dedication

 

They only see good no dissatisfaction

 

She writes her book day by day making her own moral for every page

 

 

 

 

 

To her perspective, she is lonely

 

In her mind she is confused

 

She helps everyone else so much she forgot to follow the clues

 

She's so use to helping others win she didn't realize who really was losing

 

She writes her book day by day making her own moral for every page

 

 

 

 

 

She replays her grandmother's last words everyday

 

She wonders will she ever be eligible for a break

 

Sometimes she sits n her room and shed a few tears

 

After all who knew pain could last that many years

 

Lets just say she omits in self pity

 

She writes her book everyday making her own moral for every page

 

 

 

When everyone else has succeeded She is stuck at square one all by herself

 

See what people fail to realize behind every wide smile is a even bigger frown

 

Even the best has a worst

 

She writes her book day by day making her own moral for every page

 

 

 

Time continued without her

 

But since she wrote her book making her own moral for each page

 

She stopped time

 

till she caught up and overcame every odd

 

Now nobody can say she was lost in time

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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