These Tragic Times

Even with the best of my efforts to make,
I can not erase from anyone their felt sorrow.
Even with comments to express the depth,
Of my own concern...
I can not heal a heart that yearns,
To be freed from feeling agony.
But I can do this and easily...
Weep privately for the suffering of others.
And to hope I am not alone,
To witness and not callously dismiss...
These tragic times.
Permitted and coming unannounced to find,
Anyone caught off guard and unexpecting...
To be randomly selected to experience grief.
A part of life, today, few can say they can avoid.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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