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Mar 2017
I guess I really am
just a speck of dust
a smear on a shirt
just a hint of rust

I am but an ant
in a universe so large
I am just a flame
burning out in a star

I am just a pebble
compared to a mountain
a drop of water
that you find in a fountain

But somehow,
you value me so
though what am I?
just a rock from down below

Somehow you care
for someone like me
a person of mistakes
of great value? I will never be

Yet somehow, someway
you hold me so tight
as though you believe
one day I'll take flight

You show me my path
and guide me as I walk
Like a child taught by parents
How to speak, how to talk

You believe I am
a person so great
even though you know
I tend to make mistakes

I am a speck of dust
just a rock from down below
but with you I am certain
there is no place we can't go
Matthew Brian Montalbo
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