for Them

Mon, 06/03/2019 - 17:03 -- 1999laj

life: streaked by millions of Tears--

seasons of Drought and seasons

of Flood. rivers flowing with

Selfishness. seldom a stream

of Gratitude. hark! a sparse

puddle we call Empathy.

 

me: from seedling to blossom--

seasons of Drought and seasons

of Flood. I cry now not for

Myself but for Them who don’t

know Hope or Love or Purpose.

an ocean i shed for Them.

 

my life: i care beyond Me.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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