Poems can be small,
Even if we have so much to say.
Silence overrides anything you would like to do,
When all you feel at the moment,
Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days.
Pain stepping on your brittle toes,
After walking endless miles underneath pouring Rain.
Pain reminding you that life is short,
Anytime you get a call about someone who passed away.
Why not lay low?
Settle for peace and give a toast,
To a life where we’re born through a date,