Reflection, A Short Poem
Jan 4, 2021
From the minute I was born,
to the minute that I die;
I will always persevere.
I was born at dawn,
before the stars had gone.
A heart filled with gold
and a mind full of goals.
I could hear all these lucid sounds
From the minute I was born,
to the minute that I die;
I will always persevere.
I was born at dawn,
before the stars had gone.
A heart filled with gold
and a mind full of goals.
I could hear all these lucid sounds