what good's a deed with too many a bad seed?®
I do good deeds
i sow those seeds,
but punished am i
by ones that don't care i cry!
I walked the road
golden all the way showed,
now i walk a blackened one physically alone
when i can but mostly crawl on my own!
Somewhere along the lonely road way
my good seeds met with decay,
i've reached out in compassion+for and planted a hand
to lots only to hit dry land!
This long while i've been numb and sore
no will or strength to open so called life's door,
i'd just as soon shut myself inside
even tho picked apart more by misery's....
ruthless vultures till i've totally died!
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Sally
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