The Reader's Woe
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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