The Reader's Woe

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The Reader’s Woe

Burdened by the unshed tears

Of the many passing years

Which, though not my own, appear

Just to wring my soul.


Stories make my heart a bowl

Wider than the sea, and full

Of the unshed tears, the toll

Paid by broken minds.


Knowing sight, I fear I’m blind;

Feeling lost, I try to find;

Setting free, I grieve to bind;

See that I’m not there.


Barriers will shut my care

Out of worlds and stories where

A touch, look, or gentle prayer

Might turn back the years.


Pon the page my aching tears

Fall, and trembling with fears,

My heart calls to help the dears

Who have touched my soul.




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