What I do

I walk among the wounded
So my scars don’t show

 
I laugh with the free
As they don’t question the source

 
I cry with the little ones;
I don’t understand it either

 
I drink with wisdom
To fill my cup for another day

 
I dance with the ones on the ground;

Their feet know their way around it

 
I share with the honest;
Fairness is something I honour

 
I travel with the wanderers
So we’re never lost

 
I love the gentle ones
In their hearts there’s goodness

 
I look for the bright side
As I’ve seen darkness

 
I sit with the present;
Tomorrow can wait.

© K. Leeban