Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

The Others Eyes


Deception hides in every avenue
Each street and path holds history
Each day each year and every century
The same old problems are there to see

People lacking confidence
and fearful
of taking chances
and turning life to joy
No matter who they are
it's all the same
For every living woman, girl
Father or a boy




If harmony had come
so very long ago
then most of the
problems of the world
would not be known
If time and energies
were spent in kindness
then no ego's or hatred
would be known

It's never too late
to change your attitude
start letting go of stress
and find your peace
Help the world through
your kind actions
and soon the bickering
and the fighting
will all cease

Be a leader not a follower
be the first to compromise
From being kinder

you will conquor
and it will make you special
in others eyes

Submitted: Wednesday, April 01, 2009

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