Too poor to care,
Too tired and downtrodden,
Is this your daily fare?
From those that care forgotten,
But those that care,
Are also poor, tired and forgotten,
Most of them at least,
Most of them that path have trodden,
That path I travelled often,
But on my way I knew,
My help your path would soften,
Cause, I knew it too,
Our common plight,
Our common flight,
When our wings grew tired,
Compassion was the light,
Compassion comes from knowing,
And feelings of the heart,
And reaches deeper than ones own,
Of caring makes an art,
All that suffer, all, are one of us,
It moulds the a caring bud,
A common weave of cloth,
Be it a flower, bird, or mutt.©
Blessings and Love - Micke
fee
In Spirit,
Bear
Georg
I can see clearly the great empathetic heart that is yours, you identify with the suffering of the underdogs of the world and I admire and praise you for it.
John
Be always safe,
Karen