I
am a nice, caring person,
And
with some precision
I
will aptly express division,
An
equation that has a sum.
We
can look, but do we care,
And
we can sombrely stare
At
what to observably beware –
The
remanding council lair.
If
you have a lot you can rot
Sometimes
in what’s forgot,
As
in the poor being sore
With
living life hard-core.
Be
aptly generous in you giving,
And
feel nice with your sharing,
And
appreciate rather than hate
With
a reward at heaven’s gate.
©
Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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