May I never cease to care, just be there Offer shelter, food, clean air To all the souls who pass that way. No charge, no price, no bill to pay.
You’re not sick. It’s a trick of the brambleTo steal the lightOr outright strangle all other plants. You’re healthy.Not a sickly flowerNo. Your roots are strong.You have that power.You’d go a long way, given the chance,I’d say. But all is not equal. The bramble bushes got here first;Poisoned the soil; slaked their thirst.The dice were [...]
Should we pity Hand in his insanity For cutting himself off from his humanity? Or do we merely feel contempt That Hand should think himself exempt From feeding Mouth or wiping Bum?
But what if, like me, you live on the top floor And the tower block lift doesn’t work anymore? And all you can find is a small plastic bucket? Six flights of stairs and then nowhere to chuck it?
It's time to choose what matters more: Future hope? or keeping score?