Sometimes, I write poetry. I can’t do it on demand, it has to come naturally. This one just burbled out of me last night. I have no idea where it came from.
to do is to live
crying losing
to live is to do
winning laughing
crying losing
loving someone
winning laughing
losing someone
loving someone
catastrophe
losing someone
helping strangers
catastrophe
extended hands
helping strangers
Making friends
extended hands
to do is to live
making friends
to live is to do
life is not a spectator sport
This poem is a testament to all of those people who give of themselves so freely; something the rest of us should do and don’t. So this poem is dedicated to the people who try their hardest to make this world a better place. May more of us join their ranks in the coming year.
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