Compassion FatigueA Poem by drcorneliusThe sun is brightly shining As I write these timid words Perhaps a poem about sunsets Or sweet melodies of birds But we can’t chase butterflies forever Ignoring all the fateful fuss There is only so much room to hide Beneath the bench at the back of the bus Sooner or later we have to decide If hiding is our true stock in trade Whether we’ll stay on the sidewalk and watch Or march in the protest parade But protesting can be such a pain in the a*s We lose sight of the joy all around How does one live with the suffering cries While enjoying sweet symphony sounds How the f**k should I know!!!! © 2018 drcornelius |
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Added on May 11, 2018 Last Updated on May 11, 2018 AuthordrcorneliusSarasota, FLAboutPoet, song writer, dream chaser, and retired psychologist. I thrive in the mountains of northern New Jersey during the summer and Sarasota Florida during the winter. more..Writing
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