Shame
It's a shame we don't write letters anyore the kind that most people would adore.
It's a shame we let technology consume us clinging to our phones because we're
afraid of conversation.
It's a shame we lack kindness and manners.
It's a shame that some do drugs and drink to drown the pain from this crule sad world
full of hate and darkness.
You pay the next day.
You find yourself on the floor regretting the decisions you made from the night before.
It's shame that a man would judge another man by the color of his skin,
but not by his emotions like his smile or laugh.
We all feel pain. We all smile laugh and cry.
We are all playing the smae game. Life.
It's a shame that we don't work together to make the world a better place
it's becoming more and more of a disgrace.
It's not a race we need to keep a steady pace, fill your empty space with faith and grace.
Wipe away your tears, face your fears and love your peers.
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