Poetry

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TODAY MY SOUL SHIVERS FOR ALL HUMANITY--

For the well-fed bodies caught in the empty, aching mansions,
And the hungry ones packed in sordid, soiled tenement rows.

THE COLD WIND BLOWS AND PITY FLOWS--

For the man who is loved too well, hemmed in and possessed,
And the man who looks in vain to find just one who cares.

For the rich man who can buy a good meal, but can't digest it.
And the poor man whose good health makes hunger the harder to bear.

For the old man floundering in regret because he won't live long enough to use what he's learned,
And the young man who, if he had lived longer, would know what to do with his youth.

For children that are loved too much and children who are loved too little--
For those who are overfed and starved all at once.

For great men that are off the track, and little men who are on the track--
For the wild-eyed rebels and the lukewarm uninvolved--
And all those caught in between.

For the lost opportunities and the dashed hopes--
For the sad-eyed stranger lost in the crowd, and the sad-eyed loved one lost at home.

For the greed and the lust and the ambition that turn finally to ashes;
For the frustrated, despairing young and the joyless, hopeless old.

For those who look and don't see--or see and don't feel
For those who look and see and ache helplessly at what they see.

For those who hate overmuch and love too little
For those who live on dim memories or uncertain futures, or just for today.

For all are destined for disappointment--
Out of the throbbing, squirming masses of men there comes a faint echo:
That every man must at last walk alone.

O GOD, MY SOUL SHIVERS FOR US ALL!

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