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Expectations
Michelle D. Lewis |
What can I do to hang the moon
or shine as bright as the sun?
What can I say to change the way
you see me when the day is done?
If I never achieve the highest degree
of beauty, brain or of brawn,
could I still try to capture the sky
and present it to you at first dawn?
If my face was too plain, voice too mundane,
would your eyes still light up when I sang?
Would you hear my pleas, ever see me for me
and in the end, would it still mean anything?
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