The world in a place
Never dreamt of, for itself, nor its inhabitants
Everyone is going through something
That nobody should
Ripping at the seams
Much to accommodate, distressed
Some on the edge, the going is tough
Losing to stress
For some there is everyone
The fabric of love, three-plied strong
If possible be there for someone
A blanket stitch at the seams, saves fine
There is much to explore in the world we inhabit
We need our world, and the love it needs
Let’s give what we can, and receive the same