SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

A Powerlessness To Help

Every day has a sorrow of its own
And problems of its own
But some days
There is happiness also
It has been a long life
And I do not think
An especially hard or difficult one
Though there have been great sufferings
But it began in powerless to help
And apparently this is the way it will conclude
Oh God forgive me and help us both now.

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Shalom, such an inspiring poem👍👍👍