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He Needs You (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

Stay with him, Samuel.
My intuition said.
He needs you!
(I gathered from the feelings I read.)

"He needs me?" I scoffed,
"He doesn't even care!"

He's a ship in dark waters
That's grateful you're there.

"Quoting poems, I see.
So, I'm a "lighthouse" again?"

You never stopped being one—
You've stuck to the trend.

He's halfway there, dear Samuel,
Whether you realize it or not.
Your biggest task of all
Is to stay in one spot.

He's still in dark waters
Which is why he can't see
That you are the light
And what's meant to be.

"What about all my wants;
Are those just up in the air?
I have to sit here and take this—
That just doesn't seem fair!"

I know you're upset
And wish to do more,
But by being patient and constant,
You show you'll endure

The good times and bad times
That merge and split beds, and
The failure and success
That may go to one's head.

Keep being a lighthouse!
Believe me and you'll see that
The key to winning is resilience.
That, and consistency.


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