Along life's journey few sees the light.
For some life is dim for some it burns bright.
Some tend to talk yet few walk the talk.
Few knows the know how, For some its folk.
Gestures of caring, is kept as a veil.
Tender ways of listening for some is the bait.
Caring sharing and loving for some just words.
Few makes an effort to give words it's form.
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