Always reach

I hear the sounds of sorrow

singing through the air

touching many faces

who want to reach but do not dare,

It curdles within the gut

a teasing kind of affair

making the face grow long

in a world of shallow care.

 

When age comes down around them

they will move in heavy dust

piles of what they could have done

with more self worth and more self trust.

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