This is a poem I wrote a few years ago. While reading it again, it made me think about what Barack means to some of us and what he COULD mean to the rest of us. I think that we need to keep in mind what his wife (the person who probably knows him best) keeps saying about him..."he's just a man and he's going to make mistakes." He is not a GOD or some infalliable being that all the media hype is building him up to be, but a rudder for this America that that has slowly been drifting off course.
People come into our lives in so many unique ways.Some distinctive; the rising sun burning into your spirit for eternity. Some, atypical;the classic friend uplifting, expanding you and your horizons with a singular purpose unknown to you at that time.Taking your elbow;the rudder in a sea of humanity. Some seem hardly unusual in any way.Their nature washed away with the retreating tide though…leaving an imprint.Not to notice, yet indelible. When each has passed through this space in time,you are left with a choice.To accept, at face value what they have come to mean;a guide, a mentor,or simply a lesson for you to learn;a way to examine yourself...or a way for them to see their reflections in your eyes.
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