Sunday Stanza: Poem Twelve- Important Nothings By Hannah Williams

Important Nothings

By Hannah Williams©

I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth.
For I perceived it as the core of my root.
Especially if I wanted to live a life worth remembering.
My efforts had to be enduring.
I needed to stand the test of time.
So that adulthood would turn out fine.

This was my important nothings.
In which I use to think were somethings.
Then, the older I got, the more I started to put things,
Into perspective.
As I got more perceptive.
The older I get, the more I am objective.

I remember pouring out my efforts on relationships that wouldn’t work.
On expired friendships, I linger and lurk.
For I believed they were supposed to bring me happiness.
All they bought was limitations and weariness.
For I placed too much importance on them.
Nonetheless, with time, I learnt.

This was my important nothings.
In which I use to think were somethings.
Then, the older I got, the more I started to put things,
Into perspective.
As I got more perceptive.
The older I get, the more I am objective.

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