Questions which I cannot answer.
An offer to dVerse MTB and to Jilly's Casting Brick Challenge. Please feel free to add a stanza or two to this piece.
This is the poem I've waited for years to flesh out, a work I'm dedicating to millions of innocent souls whose earthly existence were brutally robbed by our selfish generation.
Amidst our daily perfunctoriness, have we the assiduity to attend to the greeters beyond the greetings? Are we sure our friends and families are well?