The Sender. - Poem by keith sifelani
Trying to steal what other people write,
Painful as it maybe,
Thousand souls will be waiting for what was stolen
Many lives being changed by these messages
But what does he get.
Does he have no feelings?
Does he rest for a while?
Does anyone care?
Is he being rewarded for his works?
I don't think so.
The helpless souls continue writing
Not for joy
Not for money
But for the love of it.
But what do they get?
And who are they?
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