WHY DON'T WE ?
We don't think that man is weak,
and he shies to ask or speak.
We think just of what we need,
ignoring the others' hope.

Clouds that roam the upper sky
mingle with the clouds nearby,
pushing this and dragging that
so that none of them will drop.

Stars so far are clear and bright,
winking to attract the sight.
Each would like to help the rest
and not miss one of the group.

Why don't we help those who grieve?
Little push will make them live
to enjoy their lives and laugh
and we all can reach the top.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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