J. I. Thomas F. Poet Acrostic

Introspectors

Bandaging wounds that we have not inflicted,
Embracing the weary, the poor, the afflicted,
In this, we find ourselves. 
Needing to know the ways of all things,
Giving, and taking, we wear golden rings,

Hoping for meaning and joy. 
Under all this is a question we face:
Must we continue to run in the race?
All of us answer when’er we laugh,
No thing can erase our life’s epitaph. 

5 July 2016

Written for "Being Human" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton

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Connie Marcum Wong July 9, 2016 at 11:26 PM Congratulations on your high placement James. It is what we do with our lives that matters in the end, so true, your last line infers that. A wonderful acrostic! 7 ; ) J. I. Thomas F. July 10, 2016 at 10:25 AM Thanks!