Gleanings From The Wise - Poem by Max Reif
Our world is an island in a great Ocean;
We touch its shore in our crossings, again and again,
Each time forgetting we’ve been here before.
Everyone bears some invisible burden; no one’s slate is clean.
Every day is a triumph for some, a disaster for others.
All we can do is try to be kind.
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