A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine looked over at me and I looked back at him with my usual big smile and eyes filled with stars, and he told me he kept expecting that someday my response will fade or change. The answer is I hope it never does. I wrote this poem to be pseudo-conversational, though much of the writing is more poetic than truly conversational. The first half represents what my friend could be thinking, while the latter half represents my feelings on the topic of individual worth. (P.S. This is interestingly a subject I struggle with in myself as well, and I don't mean to be hypocritical. It's just easiest for me to see worth in the brilliant beings around me.) From Fountains of Eternity “When will eyes grow dim?” you think. You glance, “Was that a duller blink?” “Is this the fated moment now – When ones I love turn down their brow And, disenchanted, turn away, Succumbing under time’s decay Which opened wide my soul’s...
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