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 lovingly feed

A palatable dish of digest with a planted seed.

 

Seeds grow into life and blossom and bloom,

And while I will not be soon to be a Groom,

I can still summons a debate to wisely sate

Your appetite of my 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 our souls sinking.

 

We can sink to depths of despair

Seemingly without a worldly care,

And as we both lay ourselves bare

Will others stop, stand and stare.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.