Why is it that sometimes
When you need people
The very most
They just disappear?
Why is it that no one
Wants to face up
To their own mortality?
Is it just easier to hide
From what is
Than to help?
I wonder why.
Isn't it strange?
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I sense some sadness or discouragement in this poem. I greatly hope that you will feel better.
Isn't it strange how circumstances can stop those who care from helping? There are those who would be willing to help if only it would not hurt others… I always enjoy your thoughts. D....
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