Island in the Sun
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2001-09-23 03:51:40 (UTC)

A seventh grade poem

I always heard your name,
but hardly spoke it
I knew you were there,
but never wondered why or how
you were simply a mystery
a name,
a voice,
a signature.
In my mind, you were never really there,
a shadow of a person.
I wish I had known you better.
Taken some time
out of life
to stop and reflect
and question you.
I always neglect what i have
and want something else
until its gone
and I realize that it was always there.