Brittle Goes The Bone Comments

Very interesting poem. All of our bones get more brittle, the older we get. Well written.

Strive for the right is usual in today's world. Headless fight and legless walk are always ends in a muddy shore ... Well written...

Yes, Leslie. Perhaps my most difficult task is to comprehend the 'gathered human corners' of community and the family of humanity and all 'kindred beings.' And to seal that Love in my own grasps, caresses, extended hand and kisses.

It's about the struggle of man right. we're all in this fight together!