Losing The Thought Of What Counts - Poem by Curtis Mosby
Under the shelter of life.
Thier lies only hopelyness for tommorrow.
We live for ourselves wrap in sorrow
Anyone do anyone care to share.
Happiness with another that stare.
So many passerby's look in the eye's of children.
But never sacrifice some bread of communion.
Together we are bind body, soul, and mind.
The heart is what missing.
The love is wishing down the wale.
It seems to be to far to excell.
Beyond the time of hate that mounts.
In this world where losing the thought of what counts
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