Ration of Compassion
What I wanted and needed was a ration
Of kindness, consideration and compassion
All mixed together for me to be satisfied by
Whether I am happy or may want to cry.
God has given each one of them to me
And with Him surely will always agree
The most are exactly what I did need
Even when hurt and happen to bleed.
God gave me them for me to provide
To others who with I now do abide
From here to there and coast to coast
Mainly for them who need it the most.
Maine is a state on one of the coasts I think.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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