Free Cee I Hurt Yet I Know Most of You Hardened Souls Do Not Give a Damn

I HURT I must be curt and declare that I hurt I hurt for the man who can't cross the street without his faithful dog named Pete and a white cane to signify why I hurt so much which makes me cry I stay ever alert although I hurt for the little girl with charm who's missing an arm and yet she still throws a ball while I appreciate it all that I have all my limbs as the sunlight dims and I say goodbye to the little girl who makes me cry I hurt for the ones less fortunate than me the ones who remind me to appreciate being free like the man who came home from abroad amidst a horde of wounded men and causes me to pick up my pen to write about those who fought a war and came back not the same as before but wounded in spirit yet still smile wide although they fought nigh to those who died I weep for the elder who teaches me so well about heaven and hell and tells me that as I lay my head to sleep to remember the blessings I reap so you need not ask me why why my eyes are reddened to cry for my brothers and sisters less fortunate then me yet struggle and grin despite fate's unfair decree © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~