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
08/30/2021
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