be impatient with
those in sorrow.
those injured or
lost.
be kind to the grieving.
it takes time.
it takes time.
stand near
and hold them,
your turn will come,
each life
has a cost.
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- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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