One of the Greatest Gifts
I want to be somebody,
I want to go somewhere.
I been woke, I been paying attention.
But nobody else seems to see.
The people closest to me.
I try and I try and I try,
Yet the fives never reach the hi.
And it makes me wonder,
Can I still be?
With no ovations or cheers for me.
So I long and I long and I long,
For that special clap at the end of my song.
Why does nobody else seem to see?
That day where I’m standing there to receive,
Wrapped up and tied…
The gift that somebody believes.
One of the greatest gifts one human being can give to another is to believe in him…
What are your thoughts on this week’s Poetic Flow?