Handle With Care Poem by John Sensele

The key to our happiness lies in hearts we uplift
When burdens of life crush traces of bliss
Hearts no longer find in fractures of the fleece
Hearts knew for sure would grant them a lift

To stairs leading them to hope beyond hope
Where their thirst burst
And their hunger cursed
Angry hands that chocked them on the slope

Where happiness once swam
To delight and enlight hearts
About the source of happiness which starts
From generous gestures we extend as a balm

To cure the emptiness in the living dead
Who shamble through life bereft of happiness
We take for granted as sloppiness
Becomes a way of life we embed

In routines we enact daily
Pushing around the weak
Wielding our big stick
Without and se