Re: Some words from my heart
your poetry is lovely humble janitor, read your words a couple of times, travelled somewhere within my own heart ...
i used to write poetry, not so much lately ...
here is the last of my poetry attempts, written in early fall ...
Who will pick up the pieces …
When our illusion is shattered, fragmented and scattered,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When the life we once knew, will no longer do,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When we’ve entertained greed and it grew like a weed,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When neighbors once cared, now often don’t dare,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When earth’s animals we kill and destroy all at will,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When children tremble in fear for they’ve lost what’s so dear,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When the homeless weep in the cold and their stories aren’t told,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When we wake to no jobs and the innocent rob,
Who will pick up the pieces …
When we’ve had just too much, this pain, sorrow and such,
We will pick up the pieces …
When we’ve listened and heard, the voice from within,
We will pick up the pieces …
When we seek what is true, know it is what we once knew,
We will pick up the pieces …
When the life we once knew, will no longer do,
We will pick up our pieces …
And we will once again, become whole …
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