Consider me
Into the parade I walk
Cheers are deafening
Consider me
Into the house I walk
The night is silence
Consider me
Into the mirror I stare
How soon I must die
Consider me
Into the dream I drift
Is full of regret
Consider me
Into the day I awaken
Still asleep in my soul
Consider me
Into the school I learn
Knowledge still hiding
Consider me
Into the job I work
Accomplishments untethered
Consider me
Into the children I raise
Hopes drenched downward
Consider me
Into the world I care for
Walls holding up air
Consider me
Into the grave I rest
Eyes, ears seek approval
and the original cheers
About the Creator
Joseph McCain
I love my wife. I love my children. And I had a 30 year love affair with newspapers.
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