Chicken soup for the soul today. (No, not for me, I’m a pescetarian.)
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?