Feeling Better
As I get closer to dottering,
I put on Bach
and the music reaches out
through the centuries saying,
we are here for you,
we are your neighbors,
in spite of the early death,
and the cold impoverished
winters, wars,
rights of kings, conquest.
My neighbors with their
smiles suppress their hates.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2012
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