Where is your compassion?
Do you only take it out of your pocket
To show to friends
To parade at parties
Or is it always on your sleeve
Not to be seen so much as to be felt
Slid across your cheek
To remind that you too have a vulnerable self
Who needs compassion?
Those cutting words you utter in private
Leave shadows across your face
A crick in your neck
A hitch in your step
And when you are aged
You will be asking,
Where is your compassion?
~KGM '14
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
Kalama 1962
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- N is retired and K is, too. N plays in the Willamette Valley Community Band. K spends her free time creating on the computer, reading and being amused by the birds in the backyard.
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