The Small Things Poem by briangela jones

we always tend to forget the small things
forgetting
that the small things is what help us
make it to the top
if i could turn back the heads of time
i'd think twice
before i leave the little people out
i mean when we sit there mad
about our situation
someone has already lost there paitent
and did some that cost them there lives
but yet we sit here crying
winen bout this aint fair
oh i wish i could go there
but look at whats in front of you
a opportunity
a chance to get what you need
but yet you look over that
felling to see that was it
now you close to quit
because its to small
but you must crawl
before walk
you must struggle
in order to get a bundle
dont look over the small things
because thats the start to your dreams