Scribbling away about minor events
makes it all the more clear
that life is short and minutes,
sometimes seconds, count
And taking time to cheer another,
hold a hand or comb her hair
Always frees one of the selfish, grueling
grind of ego infested daydreams
Soon enough the magic happens
minds enlightened with a thought;
find Hope’s resurrected legs
while Goodness grows her angel wings
and the Apocalypse treads water
in the river of time.
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