Thorny Nettles
Gratitude is grace, it is life responding kindly.
But life seems to have changed; blindly taken a course,
On which gratitude seems far removed from sight.
We are marching ahead somewhere, where we little know.
Towards a plight where glares abound, and thorny nettles strongly grow.
If one finds one support, it is better than none, a lottery.
Like painted pottery, that glistens and impresses,
Life has retained its gloss but lost its caresses.
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