Philosophy 136
Nothing’s black and white,
not even black and white.
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Philosophy 137
We all got our own buttons to push,
never see the other’s hand
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Philosophy 138
Got the black cat moan
the under-ladder blues
if it were me alone
don’t know what I’d do
So I walk the endless girth
both latitude and long
of our broken earth
for Mother Nature’s song
Poking puzzle pieces
sorting through the trash
hoping ire ceases
trying not to be an ash
Ain’t found much
no eight-fold road
it depends on whom we touch
how we share the load
So brighten the corner
where you are
believe like Mister Rogers
kindness ripples far
– Smith, 1.17.2017