strings

in the morning,

things seem a bit

calmer,

as you become more aware

of the surroundings,

and you realize

most people

are just trying

to get by

the best that they can;

you see the school bus

pulling into the motel courtyard,

as families without homes,

try the best they can

to make a home,

and you realize

they love their children

as much as anyone else,

and they would not choose

to live like this

if they had a

choice;

I have learned

to be careful

when it comes to giving

what I have to give,

because it is never

enough,

and there’s always

something more

wanted,

always some strings

attached.

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