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I sit, I wait, I pontificate,
About those things, that will never be.
For all the ills and pain, in this world,
That has it's, manifest of hate
Of religion and race, different than ours,
With the wants of others, not our concern
And only our selfish interest, is there,
Not the love for others. Caring not,
What your personal beliefs are.
That's up to you, to pass the test
Of how you've led your life, best.
While we must, all develop our own
Understanding of our lives, special meaning
And care for one another and achieving,
The respect for the life of each other,
Brothers and sisters of a different mother.
Where are your thoughts, my little one?
What words are you, trying to say?
You told me that, "this isn't fun",
As I listen to you, every day.
I see the struggle, in your eyes
And all your frustration, in those sighs.
You are working so hard, to remember,
Things that happened, in last years September.
You began saying and I won't dismiss,
"You can't continue to live like this."
It's not about, what we go through,
It's what can I do for you?
I wish I knew, my darling bride,
Of what to do and stem the tide,
As days go by, again and again,
With you my love, I will remain.