Soft butterfly wings
Caught upon a spider's web -
Entangled the heart

I know I can't help them
So why do you try
Why do you spend hours
Awake at night

Why do you tremble
Why do you scream
The pain isn't yours
It's not what it seems

You stand there alone
Starfish in hand
You try and and throw far
But it stays on the land

Your arm becomes sore
Your heart becomes tired
Even your conscious
Is no longer wired

You're breaking alone
Deathbeds begun
But everything's worth it
If I can save one

I've no money
but can write poetry
despite  owning very little
I'm totally happy

if I were to
have money
but can't write poetry
that would be my misery

so I conclude --happily:
between being wealthy
and writing poetry
the latter I'll celebrate fully!

It’s the little things in life
That make all the difference
Like saying good morning
Smiling at someone
Saying thank you
Offering a hug
That brighten up a mood

That sweeten a day
Lift someone up
Lighten the world just a bit

Like saying good morning
Offering a compliment
Sharing a joke
Laughing
That make all the difference

It’s the little things in life
That make the difference

Sometimes I feel
I can see through the air
Not the air
But the air
Beyond light
The one
That gives life
To the world that sits over
This Earth without blocking
Our sight.