Beyond Myself

I go beyond myself and see
That suffering is everywhere;
That many craft a painted smile
To hide the crease of toil and care

For money not available
Addictions and disease;
For friends estranged and family lost
Burnt flowers and dead trees

I should then bear my neighbors up
Through all they undergo:

For sorrow’s universal

It’s a thing

That we all


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