Thursday, 22 June 2017

Thinking Of Us

My philosophies about philanthropy are laid bare,
And I am an open book to heed with a loving care,
And I don't have greed as I like to feed
A palatable digest with a planted seed.

Seeds grow into life, and blossom and bloom,
And while I won't be soon to be a groom,
I can still infiltrate a debate to sate
Your appetite of I literary sight in wait.

My words can penetrate to a great height
If you heed the need to feed your thinking
Into what I am relating with debating gripe
About unjustly site of souls sinking.

We can sink to depths of despair
Seemingly without a worldly care,
And as we lay ourselves bare
Will others stand and stare.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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