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What Am I
What Am I
What are you? That
question surprised me.
What am I? I am just me.
But what they want to know
might be,
by what work I am
known for? I have
no answer.
Had I lived for nothing
all these years?
What have I done
all these years!
Wasted it?
Let it go?
The time that God
has granted me
to live, to work
to make a mark,
what have I done?
Did I let it all go
without doing
anything?
The life I lived
had it all gone to
nothing? The
stories I wrote, the
poems I composed
the drawings I have done
do they amount
for nothing?
The views I have,
the feelings I expressed
the tears I shed, the smiles
I shared, do they die
with me? Will no one
remembers me?
The life I lived
the fears I have
the books I read
the music I enjoyed
don't they have any value?
I am me!
Why should I be judged
by other's standards?
