FALLEN

   

I believe that we fall down sometimes, like angels from above.
Those who struggle with their inner demons need a lot of love.

As I grew old I saw the world collapsing all around me
People starved, children went missing and families lost their houses.

I’m not sure when it happened or why no one could stop it.

Our job is not to judge the other, our job is to understand,
What happened to the times where we would lend a helping hand?

Our job is not to dictate what someone else deserves,
Rich or poor, young or old, thin or thick with curves.

We should help to lift the fallen angels and restore those broken wings
For someday you might find yourself in need of a few things.

Kindness, now that is something that ends where it begins.

-Me

I wrote this poem today as a reminder about the improve a life section of my blog! If you’re looking for new ways to make a difference this year spreading awareness doesn’t cost a dime.

[End] Homelessness
[Begin] Access to Clean Water
[End] Human Trafficking
[End] Animal Slaughter 

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