When kindness is mistaken for weakness,
When faced with a choice at your door,
When sadness comes knocking, the ones you must face,
Are those you thought worth living for.
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You’ve given your all, when you were so alone,
Faced up to the wolf before death,
Foresaken so much just to clothe them and feed,
You’d offer your very last breath.
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But with cards on the table, however they fall,
And given the chance to make right,
They’ve risen above all that paved them their way,
Uncaring, they’ll bid you goodnight.
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You’re no more than some words which are written,
Across greetings cards, now, when they come,
No meaning, not heartfelt, out of habit inscribed,
The feeling less deep than is numb.
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So when all’s been and gone your job’s done now,
The choices they make are their own,
You’ve done but your best, yet it’s not good enough,
For in the end, you’re always alone.
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Writing and Rhythm 