empathy

I think of all these people, who will land in the emergency room That night, I think of all those who think of suicide as we open A door, I think of very old dogs walking around knowing that they will die, I think of the poets who are alone and doubt their poetry, I think of people who have friends only on a screen of television, I think of all those who depend on health care, To the old men lying on their beds in the Saint Thomas residence, I think of all those who will learn a death in the day, To the artists who want to flee their country, To the orphans who seek parents who no longer exist, I think of all the lovers abandoned, who live only with a ghost, To the young people who seek violence so as not to doubt, I understand their despair, and say to them: “ Feel free to share your misfortune”