Although my stay on earth
is brief, bewildering, bitter,
I urge myself to aspire
to kinder, generous acts
that may not alter
the violent landscape,
but may ease the existence
of fellow sufferers
in the global village.
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by Gary Beck / May 14th, 2017
Although my stay on earth
is brief, bewildering, bitter,
I urge myself to aspire
to kinder, generous acts
that may not alter
the violent landscape,
but may ease the existence
of fellow sufferers
in the global village.
This article was posted on Sunday, May 14th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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