It's better to be kindA Poem by Jack...Sadness over yesterday's attack
It’s better to be kind by jack Crosswinds fuel my kindred soul Flashes of the past Lost of all I can’t control Nothing seems to last What was good has stood its ground Flaming arrows tipped Wincing at the awful sound Tethered more than ripped Drinking of the fruited vine Honeysuckle tea Caught between the face of time Ever running free Standing far behind the crowd Falling in the square Shouting in a voice that’s loud How can this be fair When the sun does find our face And flowers tend to grow Every step we now retrace You’d think that we would know Nature beats a woven path Winding through the hills Think about the aftermath In amongst the thrills Find these words that I do scrawl Chiseled in the stone Here along these painted walls Coming to atone Find your heart and make it breathe The crosswinds you do find Then in course you will believe It’s better to be kind © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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