Sometimes I ache.
It’s part of being me.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I fear
that which I can not control.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes my pain and fear
drive me to unwise actions.
Doesn’t everyone’s?
Sometimes I regret
the consequences of those acts.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I hope
I can be a better soul.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I pray
for a divine guiding hand.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I love.
Doesn’t everyone?
Doesn’t everyone?
aholdingplace 
Well, this one can identify with every line of this lovely poem, dear poem maker. So grateful to have you in my life, Joan! Emily
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This poem was written by my son and I reblogged it from his account. He did such a great job describing a universal human condition.
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