How can any of us really say,
who has run the harder course,
who has climbed the greater hurdles,
Who has faced the stronger force,

Life is hard

I cannot say to you,
That my heart hurts more than yours,
That the claws have ripped me deeper,
That the fist hit me more sure,

Pain is pain

And if we faced it bravely,
Or could only sit and cry,
Does it now make any difference,
In the worth of you or I?

Don’t pass it on

I think that we should keep it,
And let it make us kind,
Let it temper us with the compassion,
We can have, but couldn’t find.

JDoyle