I am he

just about myself

God sees me a little child And gives me the experienced for interaction So I am he, the elders’ friend. I have the attraction to play with people And they have passion to work with me So I am he, the fellows’ companion. It is my joy to give out to all And they want things done to care for me So I am he, the peoples’ love. I love to sometimes go it different And some cannot take me for the rest So I am he, the others’ confusion. I like to talk much to people And they want me to think with them So I am he, the dears’ poet.
The End

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