Days are filled with busy fingers

Minds that don’t wonder

Pain that is less felt

And smiles are welcome.

Then dusk comes and

The mind starts to drift

The fingers are restless

And the body aches

.This is what some go through;

That have raised their families

Come from divorces

And sometimes left alone.

This is our time to

Reach out to others

Sit down and write a letter

Make a friendly phone call.

You just never know

You may have saved

Someone from taking their life

When the day is done, the evening begins

.Written by,Terry Shepherd


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