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NaPoWriMo Poem by You #17: A Drive by Atira Feliciano

Sarah and Jeff Boyle

"the daily grind" by Robert Couse-Baker. Via Flickr and courtesy a Creative Commons License.

"the daily grind" by Robert Couse-Baker. Via Flickr and courtesy a Creative Commons License.

A Drive

It's sad to think that some people will never appreciate the little beautiful things.
As I drive by, I see two men, sunburnt
They have a story
I don't know what it is but they have a story
It's probably sad and crazy and twisted and happy and beautiful.
I will never see them again.
They never even saw me.
But for a moment, I KNEW them.
I knew their story.
They are father and son.
I don't know why they were walking but they were coming from somewhere.
As I moved forward, a truck passed me and a lab was a beam of happiness,
It's fur and ears flapping gracefully  as they drove on.
I saw a woman,
Walking down the side of the road with her son.
At first, I thought they were kids or a couple,
But he was special, he wasn't like any of us,
He wasn't lucky enough.
But they were so HAPPY.
They smiled and laughed and probably sung.
Some people aren't lucky enough.
Some people will see weeds and see worthlessness.
I see flowers, and pretty grass.
I see spring.
I see happy moments with a couple.
I hear music.
It's sad to think that some people will never appreciate the little beautiful things,
It's so sad that people can look but not see,
Just drive by
And drive on.
Without a second thought of anything but themselves.
They will never see how beautiful life can be,
Just How beautiful the world really is
If
You'd
Just
Look.

by Atira Feliciano, age 16


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