by | Jan 1, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

When we’re tired, don’t seem to care, in the manner that we should
It’s such a shame, it is quite bad, and does no one any good

If we’re in pain and not quite right, it’s almost just the same
We don’t get our rest or feel our best, excuses seem quite lame

When we forget a thing, we ought to know, feeling quite up tight
Getting flustered doesn’t help, to make each day go right

When we’re in a rush, to much to do, with little time to spare
It’s very hard for those around, to really think we care

Be kinder than you need to be; not quick to make cages rattle
For Everyone we meet in life, is Fighting some kind of Battle


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