Life so strange,
always a turning chapter.
What's the role of your story,
for every new day is a fresh page?

Think of this,
better yet, bear witness.
No full job you do,
comes without the first few pieces.
We all had something little to start with.

How'd we make the most of life,
without appreciating the little?

All of my people,
will always bleed the same.
Different in our living,
and how we face the days.
Cares of some aren't the cares for all.
Differences won't make less of a person in the world.

We all could love the worth of ourselves,
more than enough to share with the world.
Like different sectors of a boat,
each holds a responsibility for themselves.

Why wish for change,
upon each penny for a thought.
Make of the change,
and make it as your own.
The sense of it being
something physical to hold.

As are these final thoughts,
I've taken my last to scribe.
Don't feed yourself lies,
yet swallow down your pride.
While we're still alive,
we'd expand these thoughts to grow.
At the end of it all,
accomplish much before the end of life.

But these are just my thoughts.