we are all kind, inside, no
matter what others say. we're just,
waiting for it to come out, i think
i've seen the hardened and hopeless, reach out for
those in need, when no one else will
there's something about the human condition,
the helplessness of it, that we all recognize.
goodness lives on, it never dies completely
hope always comes for those that look, after all
even for joe
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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