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This is a poem riddle. See if you can guess the answer! |
| What am I? What am I? I’m with everyone you meet Taken for granted by most Then, for some, I almost leave them, And they share their stories to others How my almost-departure has “enlightened” them They now appreciate me To the fullest Some value me too much Afraid to take any risk at all Their paranoia spreading like what it is: A plague. Any risk Any risk at all And I will leave –That is what they believe Some value me For other reasons Another plague This time, of greed They value me in themselves, But not in others. They don’t even bother to think Where else I could be But in them Only in them Their constant thought—“Me, me, me!” Others think about me Try to appreciate me But Sometimes, They forget. I leave someone else, Someone they know, And—BAM! They remember me again Try hard to appreciate me to the fullest… Again… What am I? |