I'm so glad I stopped to learn,
How to feel empathetic with concern.
I'm happy I didn't pass that by...
Like so many
Who are afraid to cry,
Trying to hold their feelings inside.
I'm so glad I stumbled on my path,
And asked for assistance...
When things got that bad.
I allowed my pride to drag me on my ass,
Before I woke up to realize
Things do pass.
Just like yesterdays lived,
But not relived!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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