for Them
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