No matter what our minds tell us
We all feed at the same table
Others choose to leave
Some are not able
Once I spoke what I heard
And was hit with ridicule
I wrote it down in words
And become my own hero
When we die
We all become ashes
A blink of the worlds eye
A life over in flashes
Psychologygically out of place
Psychologically stable
We all have the one face
And feed round the same table
We need to recognize
there’s a lot to understand
no matter limits or culture
or where in life we stand
how little and small we are
or how lucky and grand
if we feed in the same table
we can give a helping hand.
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Love it, brilliant!!👏
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