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The dream is large and Hard to hug. The work-a-days are long And seem to get longer. Heading home from work spent On one of these days, I see these words— “Remember who you are”. Remember who you are. I, we, are: Poets Engineers Architects Scientists Mathematicians Entertainers, Working the daily as: Baristas Bartenders Forklift operators Custodians Truck drivers Grocery store clerks—all noble Honest posts, every one. Daily I meander this mid-size burg In a cranky van as a courier, Acting as grease to lubricate Said burg’s school district cogs. I wonder… I wonder how many work at these Worthy and square occupations and Either do not recognize or Ignore the fire burning deepest In their heart’s furnace. I jaunt about remembering, Always observing, Always knowing the fire will Spit out the next poem. Remember who you are. Remember it is a choice.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Remember...
The dream is large and Hard to hug. The work-a-days are long And seem to get longer. Heading home from work spent On one of these days, I see these words— “Remember who you are”. Remember who you are. I, we, are: Poets Engineers Architects Scientists Mathematicians Entertainers, Working the daily as: Baristas Bartenders Forklift operators Custodians Truck drivers Grocery store clerks—all noble Honest posts, every one. Daily I meander this mid-size burg In a cranky van as a courier, Acting as grease to lubricate Said burg’s school district cogs. I wonder… I wonder how many work at these Worthy and square occupations and Either do not recognize or Ignore the fire burning deepest In their heart’s furnace. I jaunt about remembering, Always observing, Always knowing the fire will Spit out the next poem. Remember who you are. Remember it is a choice.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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