Help Poem by Elvis Addae

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Teach me the way when im lost
To deliver me from the darkness in which I walk
Nurture me in my weakness to make strong
For to err is human but to forgive is divine
Then the wounds may become a scar but will take time
When the rest is made history
And the ugly has become a beauty
Then I'll lift up my scepter
To pardon you Like Modecai's Esther
Never forget the common phrase help another
It heals like a doctor

Saturday, July 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: history,weakness,wounds
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