a storm

a storm blows by,

leaving destruction and sorrow in its wake.

the people it encounters,

simply wring their arms in despair,

why do we deserve this,

they demand but do not really care.

yet,

one man gets up and calls into the rest,

why don’t we look deep inside,

find why the storms do come,

why do we let the little storms,

blow us over?

in the storms of life,

are you that man?

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