What matters to me?
I'm unsure, to be honest
I’d like to say living, but that isn’t promised
So Instead I’ll say giving, it’ll make me seem nicer.
Yes, love giving gifts, even when they are pricier.
But what matters to me
Is not looking all suave
It’s when you give a gift so good, that the receiver starts to sob
It’s lighthearted like a parent crying at their child’s wedding
And it’s comfortable, like that laundry feeling of putting on fresh bedding
What matters... to me
Could it be nature, like trees ?
And green is among the best colours I’ve ever seen I should also include insects on that list
In an effort to not seem mean
But even that seems surface level
Though what matters to.. me,
Could be the people I see
new journeys, new feats
Introductions, good eats
There’s perspectives out there
Some seemly unique,
And fresher than eyre
Some even sing like Cher, others just have her hair
And now I’ve put that out there
But, what matters to me?
Time spent with family? Loved ones?
Or is it receiving material gifts that truly fills me with glee?
Is it hating war?
Appearance, does that matter? Wanting to be seen as something more?
Or to be able to crush anything
Being stronger, like Thor?
I’m not sure what matters to me
It could be everything I’ve listed
It could make be music by a band
(AC/DC)
I guess I’ll wait and see
What’s the right way to articulate what truly matters to me?
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Author:
wrecki (
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- Published: January 9th, 2023 19:33
- Comment from author about the poem: for a school assignment last year
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