Wait
I see a flower
A cactus
A hill of pretty rock
But I also see
Trash
A homeless person
A dead bird
I don't see life without death close by
Do we wait like that?
Life, nearing death?
Is our coexistence really preparation no one wants to make?
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I am a student in a rural Midwest town. I hope someday to be a lawyer or a psychologist. Remember to always live life to the fullest because you never know where life will take you. Be the light! Leave a comment if my poem meant something to you☀
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