Others stand as tall as their strength allows.
If you've no strength today, maybe tomorrow.
Fear of uncertainty, or certainty, keeps many hiding.
Until there is nothing left to fight, or left to lose
We choose for ourselves, while we still can.
#poetryinprotest
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Anotherโs plate when yours is overflowing
Anotherโs heart when yours is whole and well
Anotherโs purse when yours can do with lightening
Anotherโs hope of those who mean them well.
3/3
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Anotherโs plate when yours is overflowing
Anotherโs heart when yours is whole and well
Anotherโs purse when yours can do with lightening
Anotherโs hope of those who mean them well.
3/3
#writersky#poetry
When nothing but hard times pound at your window
When struggle seems your never ending fate
When no escape from danger shows its mercy
When helplessness becomes your only state
2/3
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When nothing but hard times pound at your window
When struggle seems your never ending fate
When no escape from danger shows its mercy
When helplessness becomes your only state
2/3
#writersky#poetry
One offer of anotherโs pure compassion
One gift to ease your burden for a while
One week of someoneโs handout of a pillow
One respite to unload your toil and trial.
1/3
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One offer of anotherโs pure compassion
One gift to ease your burden for a while
One week of someoneโs handout of a pillow
One respite to unload your toil and trial.
1/3
#writersky#poetry
Others stand as tall as their strength allows.
If you've no strength today, maybe tomorrow.
Fear of uncertainty, or certainty, keeps many hiding.
Until there is nothing left to fight, or left to lose
We choose for ourselves, while we still can.
#poetryinprotest
Others stand as tall as their strength allows.
If you've no strength today, maybe tomorrow.
Fear of uncertainty, or certainty, keeps many hiding.
Until there is nothing left to fight, or left to lose
We choose for ourselves, while we still can.
#poetryinprotest