I look around slowly
And I see the pain and suffering in this world
And I start to realize that
I am only a small part of that pain
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who will cry when u die...a disturbong question dealt so beautifully in the poem absolutely fab
There is an old man I pass every day and I say hello and ask how he is going- I know he lives on the street and I might be the only person who speaks to him. The pain and suffering of this world is all around us but we who are good gardeners must not stop tending it- if we do beautiful flowers like you might fade and die.