'Human' Nature Poem by Arnaldo Ramirez

'Human' Nature



When I sleep,
I think of when I will grow up.

Will I be something in life?
Or will I be a “nothing” on the street?

I think of myself as a tree,
Small now, but as it grows up,
Will it be big and green?
Or old, with no leaves?

But as I wake up,
Time has passed, and now I am old,
Like the old, dry tree with no leaves.

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