Next time you pass by a senior think about stopping and spending a few moments of your precious time... No one can see the pain that they hide, Theyâre happy for us to keep it inside, Our fear is our own; they donât want you to know, Why should we involve them; why should it show. They live their whole life in confusion and fear, The need to feel something unbearably near, Half of them still living, Half already gone, And inside you know what your doing is wrong. The thingâs that can help, the thingâs that may heal, Are the flames of compassion and the slow even keel, The destruction of skin means the death of your soul, But thereâs nowhere to run when your living alone.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 00:43:54 +0000
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