Answering Seventy Years of Tears
I learned, Honesty without compassion is cruelty. The only power others can have over me Is that I don't feel good enough about myself. Walking with the enemy is never so sad As when it is A distorted perception of Choice. "But you are seventy, I am only forty-five". My knowledge does pale, to years and tears, Beyond the veil. I can only love from where I am. I am no more, no less...than a response Of the mirror of love preceeding the one who received it Before thee, So reflect onto me. Time slips from mirror to mirror. Pass it on. Write your faults in sand. But virtues of friends... carve in granite. I learned. From your ache, How much I love you. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Mar 04 2002 05:18 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 9
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