We are numbered, classified
We are given so much task
By our own selves by our minds
To be the best in our lives
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Long hours dreadful days
We can't sleep nor take a breathe
We worry and we fret
We want proof, we're the best
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So in contests we enter
Beauty pageants or so far and near
We've strive to be better
Starting when we're little
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Little ribbons with so much color
Diplomas with special notations
In indelible ink neatly inscribed
Telling you're the best in class
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Then you grew up just like that
With beauty contest or so arrived
Awards of this and that
And comes that Pulitzer Prize
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All over the world you're known
You're beloved and have won
All that kudos, admiration
Of fellows of all nations
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Now what's next in your life
Will you be kind now or not
Will you use your fame, award
As a tool to belittle or mock
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Or will you be humbled by it
Helping, loving your fellowmen instead
That when your time comes to leave
True admiration of you will heed
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God will say you did well
You weren't twisted as hell
You became an icon, a saint
Like Mother Theresa, a nun par excellence...
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And she was a recipient of a Pulitzer Prize like Martin Luther King Jr. and all others :) The best in all discipline are recognized here that even our former Pres. Bill Clinton wants one, and a Nobel Peace Prize too, if I remembered right :) Hope he gets it in the future, for he's very deserving in spite of the hanky pankies, laughs. My own opinion for I'm a beneficiary, a recipient of his kind act. The 'Family Leave Act' was instituted in his time in office, helping families like me with a special child to get time off from work and not lose our job :> Real kudos to him that I love him sooo much for it. Now that is some kind of an award to a person that God will take note and will recognize... don't you think?
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And yeah I forgot to mention, pardon my elementary poems here if you pls., not an award winning material... but that's what you'll ever get in this blog anyway, laughs. Nobody promised you a rose garden here, in poems that is... so, may I pls. suggest that you look elsewhere if good poems are what's in your mind, alrightee? :> and sorry to disappoint you, btw. Oh well, really.
