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Even the poor pensioner

In a lonely small apartment has

A thin and knuckly hand

That’s sometimes held.

 

Mental illness sinks in victims like

Earthquakes crack the concrete but

Somewhere deep inside

Grace grants peace.

 

Only in abandoned basements

Might men weep for

Succor and find

Simple

 Abundant

Solace.

 

Even in weakness, with space to heat

Rice and beans for food

There are open arms and hugs and

There is welcome.

 

Hans Lillegard

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Wow, this is an intriguing read here, enjoyed this