Marmalade

It's funny that people don't know
Just how beautiful they are;
Dwelling on how they look outside,
Like a label on a jar.
It's the marmalade on the inside
That's delicate and sweet;
Whether the jar is dusty,
Or the label incomplete;
But, nobody's jar is empty;
You can tell by others;
If you cannot see inward,
Find reflections in brothers.

© MadPoetnExile

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