The Poor Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
The Poor
Sharing their space
breathing in their air
I could not see them.
What they are
forever lies outside
my sense of knowing.
Their authentic movement
daily through their plane
of existence
lays beyond my words.
I can choose to be or not
whatever, whoever.......
They are, live, simply
as they always have,
where they are
and
who they must be.
The pleased mind rarely care about other's pain. This is not human nature but devil's nature. good write.
Nice work Cheryl, without going into 'sentimental' - clear eyes aware of the blinders they and all of us wear...
Ah, 'blindness'. How little we see and yet how late we realise our deficiency! Philosophically and poetically impressive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sharing their space breathing in their air......................unique thoght and well penned as ilikethanks for sharing