Sometimes

November 21, 2013

Sometimes it’s hard to be heard,

so I don’t speak.

That way when an important question arises,

I’ll not only be heard..

I’ll be remembered.

Sometimes it’s hard to be seen,

so I blend in.

That way when the time comes to present myself,

I’ll not only be seen..

I’ll be remembered.

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