Poem -

Reflection

As I sit in my comfortable chair

I look up from my work and focus my stare.

Outside the world looms large and lonely,

Frightened people, no help, no security or stability.

Hope is lost to them in an instant.

The path they have chosen so dark so distant.

But once again from my comfortable chair,

I realize it's from memory, these words I now share.

To know you're safe, to know your;e looked after.

Spirit guiding you on.

A love so pure, so honest and so strong.

So now my focused stare is to the basics,

he colours the smells, natures gift to Earth's natives.

A beauty not manufactured but created from love.

So why fight and kill?

Hate and deceive?

Using our faith as the burgeoning seed.

Honesty, trust ,respect and compassion.

Caring, selflessness, understanding and passion.

Basic emotions we all have within us.

Can we not try to build a foundation upon them?

Instead of keeping them so deep and well hidden.

So easy it is to use the negative side.

So simple it is to have false pride.

It takes another person a higher level of understanding

To have lived with the knocks, to have suffered and still be standing.

My comfortable chair now a granted wish.

On reflections the hurt, the pain and the anguish.

To endure, i'm glad i've experienced.

For without these sufferings EMPATHY

Would be a word NOT within us.

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Michael O'Boyle

The rythym and rhyming scheme are perfect! Five Stars! Write more! 

Michael O’Boyle 

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