I Am What I Need To Be poem

 I'm a well. A deep, dark well. 

I caught the teardrops as they fell

People often pass me by

Rarely do I get the eye

Yet I remain and still I try

I'm the grass. The greenest grass.

So many folks walk right on past 

From time to time they mow me down

Yet I remain in every town

I'm a bird; a singing bird

Although my song's not always heard

And sometimes there's a stormy sky

Yet I still have the will to fly

You see these things which fill our days 

Don't always get a voice of praise

Yet there they are and they remain

There's nothing more left to explain

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