The Sadness Of Other People

when i see the sadness of other people
those that walk without aims and look beyond what they have
at the hold of their hands
something inside me says
all is fair in this world

to each his own now
each man carrying his own burden
his cross
and as i too carry mine, shall they too carry theirs
without asking when will this myth of suffering end?
when will this sadness last?

this misery that looks for company
their load that lightens mine
the feeling that
theirs is heavier somehow tell about the comfort
of this situation

everyday to each his own and in order to have hope
one says
mine is lighter and
i always have the reason
to move on with my life and just be silent

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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