Out there on that shameful toxic corner

So many stand around being mourners

Always out to seek their wanted for own

Or having lost it, they turn their hearts to stone

The things that make us feel good maybe invincible

Are like the wind in that they are often invisible

So, if you ask me what I think I might serve

It’s something better than I might deserve

To live with honor doing the necessary

For those I love and not being contrary

Rather to face adversity with a smile

Defending the walk of that endless mile

Love, in its deepest meaning, is so much more

Than the eros that comes up somehow poor