Here is a 20 year old ditty in lieu of the scheduled post...
the million hands which craft our lives
exist unaware of our sufferings
and triumphs –
in a feeble attempt we reach up… (but
to where?)… and fall forward
on our identities…
– all for a glimmer of hope that
one hand will reach out…
the one which is foreign…
to help steady the fall… or if not…
at least to wipe the gravel from our smiles…
Happy New Year folks. Don't forget to be the reachers and steadiers for those who need a smile...
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