So many thoughts on my mind,
About my present and the past,
About my future, many I find,
As some die, others continue to last.
To those that die, I burry,
Though they resurface at times,
I have no time to worry,
I live on, while some I write.
As I live my life each and every day,
Walking through rocks and sand
I feel the heat that comes my way,
But I stand, I dont run away,
Because everyday is poetry,
And one must understand its theme
To appreciate full its imagery,
As all devices work as a team.
Abekah Emmanuel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everyday-is-poetry/
