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Those eyes, so deep;

an ocean of despair:

too sad to weep,

with a hint of fear.

 

So, little sister, I feel your pain:

"where do I go, how shall I live?".

Me? I have nothing to gain;

I seek only to give

 

a heartfelt reassurance,

this is not the end!

There is no "Life" insurance;

there will always be a friend

 

to watch and listen,

and hold your hand;

should a tear glisten,

beside you stand;

 

in a low caring voice command

"Rise, little sister, do not bend

to the torrents of hopelessness

seeking thy will to bend."

 

Those eyes, so deep;

an ocean of despair

too sad to weep?

They can and will feel cheer.

 

Les Bush Poet

20 March 2013

 

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