When she can’t be strong for another,
who becomes the rock for her?
Can she find a friend in a heartbeat,
or leave with naught beneath her feet?
Will she be relic of a past milked, forgotten,
stripped of honor, beaten
Or be bathed in mercy, grace, charity,
the cloak of favor and humanity?
Compassion lives, yet she hangs by a thread,
when the flame of love now ceases to be fed.
Great to hear from you once again.
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Wow! My able Barrister and SAN sir. So good to read from you sir. Thank you for sticking with me all these years.