No Matter What Happens

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    No Matter What Happens

    I remember a time when each day was long,
    When the world was a playground and my life a song,
    And I fluttered through years with barely a care,
    Ignoring the future and what waited there.

    School was intriging and filled with delights,
    I played away days and dreamed away nights,
    My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,
    And that no matter what happened, they'd always be there.

    Little I knew of a world outside of home,
    Where tradegy, sorrow, and murder could roam,
    All I saw were blue skies, rainbows, and stars,
    I looked past destruction of buildings and cars.

    As a child, my biggest concern was just me,
    I had to be happy, I had to be free,
    And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,
    And no matter what happened, I still would be here.

    But as I grow up, darkness starts to set in,
    My bright world has turned into concrete and tin,
    I now see the violence I looked past before,
    My friends start to die and my heart hits the floor.

    Deadly diseases claim people I love,
    There are landfills below me, pollution above,
    I often think back to when life was a game,
    But, no matter what happens, it can't all be the same.

    There are days when I just want to break down and howl,
    To give up completely, to throw in the towel,
    But I hold my head high and push my way through,
    I have too much to give and so much to do.

    And I make a vow that, though it'll be hard,
    I'll go on with a smile and play every card,
    I'll give all I can, help others, and love,
    No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
    And the strenght I don't have will come from above.

    So come, take my hand, and through darkness we will sail-
    If we all join to gether, we never can fail,
    We'll remember to care, remember to feel,
    And no matter what happens, our world will heal.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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