These hands that have toiled
half a a lifetime
failing to ever touch success
Yet, reach out
for the good and hope
in all those they caress.
This body that knows well
the pain of a hard days work
still labors
in service of others
and never
it's responsibility shirks.
This mind that has been sidled up to
by those who represent
every form of control known to man
still remains free
only hoping one day
the real truth to understand.
This heart that knows well
the punishment of lonliness
and the pain of separation
still begs for warmth
still begs....
for appreciation.
Copyright 2006 Pierre Ortega
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Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2006
This is truly universal and so well expressed Pierre :)
You are an individual in all respect to the word. You are also your own man too with all the strengths for getting the job done with a great focus at hard work. Your heart is your weakness I believe because you write the pain of conditioning so very well Pierre.
Love,
Susan
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2006
~~Pierre~~wonderful expression..feelings i understand very well..great poem~~
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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still begs....
for appreciation.
No..no need to beg..for you already HAVE warmth and appreciation..at least here at AD--
Vesna..
Regis
Love,
Susan
~~martin~`