He doesn't need
To lie on his death bed
To celebrate
The simple gifts of life.
No matter what form
Or what size,
He celebrates.
Bystanders watch,
Jealous of his joy
Not knowing his secret
Open to all.
The grass is greener
On the side of who
Celebrates more than what
The other chooses to.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
He doesn't need
To lie on his death bed
To celebrate
The simple gifts of life.
No matter what form
Or what size,
He celebrates.
Bystanders watch,
Jealous of his joy
Not knowing his secret
Open to all.
The grass is greener
On the side of who
Celebrates more than what
The other chooses to.
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