PIVOT - Poem
PIVOT
My mother used to remind me
That the world didn’t revolve around me
But she was wrong
I am the center of my world
Everything revolves around the fulcrum
I am the pivot point
Each of us is
The center of our worlds
It could not be otherwise
But that means that there
Are eight billion fulcrums
To consider
The rain that is falling on me today
Is falling on everyone else
Including you
That is what she meant
That, and, the weather will be better,
Tomorrow.
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