I lay with my body bowed,
Waiting to serve another in need.
For this person is not my master
But one who is in need.
I serve others with tiresome hands,
But with a strong heart.
My body may be bruised,
But my soul will go on.
For my body is not bowed
Because I am weak,
But to show I can serve
And still have the strongest soul.
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The Phillips Anthology
PoesíaA mix of persona-styled poems as well as personal poems - poems which have been a reflecting upon my life and my view upon life. Some filled with dark, saddening poems, whilst others show hope and light. Enjoy reading these poems and appreciate all...