Season poem
 

The spirt says others not exist

But if they do I must feel their pain
Easier to blame and take another slice of the whole
Easier to mock and demean
Easier to turn up the heat

But a reckoning for heath looms
Giving is a selfish act
Giving is a means for health
Giving feels good

And the other becomes you
The mistakes fall away
The joy grows

--
Bill S. Jersey USA zone 5 shade garden

"Always tell the truth and you don't have to remember anything."
--Mark Twain.