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Dear reader,

I hope this letter finds you well

For I know how times can be troubling

As all your problems are making life a living Hell

And your drawbacks are rapidly doubling

I’m sure you have had people smile and wave

But you don’t have the effort to respond

I know you don’t have the things that you crave

I know how some have left you, and gone beyond

There is no denying your life is burdensome

And don’t get me wrong, I have sympathy

But take a second, look around, for you have been numb

To the idea of showing individuals empathy

I understand you want comfort, and I get you need woes

But please, may I be frank?

That child next to you has no shoes for his cold toes

Yet you believe helpless is where you rank

This youthful woman lost her child, her one and only offspring

A tragedy that will forever haunt her

While your greatest calamity is nothing short of a bee sting

But your obstacles are more significant, rest assured

Now forgive me if I came off as too forward

Or If I insulted you

But it would be a sin to let the morally impecunious go ignored

We are all fighting battles, others have not been through

So now, my final piece of advice poses

Look above what your selfish ways covers

And Instead of stopping to smell the roses

Be the one who plants the roses for others

Sincerely,

The Writer