after over a week
of nasty typhoid
an unpleasant
experience crippling
which induces
unintentional
extreme dieting
excessive sleeping
some pale introspection
when the earth moved
it left me unmoved
except in sympathy
for those in fear, pain,
suffering material loss
worse physical wounds
loss of loved ones
cycles of suffering
have many causes
too few sources of healing
thus in friends loved ones
are we usually most blessed
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And sometimes a reminder is all we need so we don't forget that of which is most important and treasured. In no amount could it ever be measured. Though some try with price tags in their eyes. A person who can bought is not a real person. But ones who intentions have been blurred. Greed takes it toll, and if we're not careful we will lose all control. An absence of the soul. And of these people all I can feel is sorrow. But know it is not ever too late change. Great Poem, Thanks So Much For Sharing It! ! !