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A day on the frontline

Oh what a day on the front line 

Mental illness running wild 

So many down 

So much rage from such a small man 

So much pain for such a big man 

Am not God but some Devine inspiration will help 

Theirs only so much intelligence can do 

I do believe love is the cure 

But when the day us over wheres the love for these loving hands 

Who cares for the carer 

Who's cares to be at the frontline 

Am just so glad my day is done 

 

 

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keith jeffries

Thu 29th Dec 2022 22:29

A poem from a place where much is demanded and needed and the consequences thereof. A poem well crafted yet succinctly woven together. It merits several readings and a sense of gratitude for those who are on the front line almost every day.
Thank you for this
Keith

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