Lynne FincherSpringarden


The Question


Coping skills.
Or the lack thereof.

Like clipped wings.
Broken wings.
Or no wings at all.

Societal rules.
The road we all must follow.
The straight and narrow path.

But some in their confusion wander.
They create a new path in the wilderness of life.
A painful journey for them and for us.

How sad for us to disgrace
these lost wanderers.

Compassion?
Have we forgotten the meaning?

They say that the road to hell
is paved with good intentions.

But what of the road to heaven?

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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Inspired by a documentary titled 'Lost Angels Skid Row is My Home' link reference http: //skidrowismyhome.com/

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