A 2020 poem
Sometimes we all mean the same thing
Only we say it in different ways
And sometimes this is an illusion
A way to make us feel like one big happy family
As for me, I am the least of the least
The smallest of the small
A mere inconsequential nothing
And yet still highly valued by the creator of music
You can get lost in a crowd
If you’re really skillful you may be able to avoid them
Life wouldn’t be the same without you
You are needed and loved
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