Poem -

Just Dust?

Shafts of sunlight
Fill my bedroom

Brightening the day

Banishing gloom.

 

Specks of mere dust

Glitter in light,

Almost nothingness,

Nearly out of sight.

 

A very thin film

Coats a golden scale,

Despicable dust,

Finger writes a trail.

 

Of such we are made

From the common earth

Yet, how important,

How much we are worth.

 

The bully may feel

You're nothing but dirt,

A useless nobody,

He piles on the hurt.

 

It matters not

What colour or hue,

What’s important is

That you are you.

 

A special person,

Of that you can trust;

No, you're not a nobody,

You're more than just dust!

 
 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

great write Paul!......................................................................................Jim

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Paul

Thank you. Much appreciated feedback.

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Paul

Totally agree. Thanks for your comment.

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Tony Taylor

Hello PAUL!!...I Really like this piece and its positive message....but it's the formatting and the rhythmic timing of the delivery that deserves the high marks.....a VERY compelling piece of poetic 'advice' so to speak!!....ALL STARS!!....well done dear poet brother!!....and......WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )

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Paul

Such high praise. Many thanks! I'm pleased you liked it.

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