The things I fear I dread to fear
The things I hear not always clear
The things I see not always easy
To erase from my mind, never easy
Twisted metal or on a random floor
Always an unknown through that door
Grasping for life or already died
Hoping in the end I'll know I tried
A life just started or one near the end
When taken to soon it's hard to pretend
Loved ones distraught I keep my emotions
Their tragedy requires complete devotion
When death steps aside and life prevails
Overwhelming happiness never fails
An aged grin or a youthful smile
Helping in someway makes it seem worthwhile
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Author:
Eric (
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- Category: Reflection
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Welcome to MPS, Eric, glad to have you aboard! Keep the good work coming.
Sounds like the point of view of someone who tries to save lives, knowing sometimes people don't make it but he puts in his best so he can know he tried. Lovely work
Good write and very positive. Welcome to MPS.
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