Feelings of the Human Kind
Feelings, those of the human kind,
meant to be shared as the product, of each mind,
Experienced from our birth, until our demise,
in thoughts, a mentality,and is our grand prize.
Happiness, joy, and pleasures sublime,
then unhappiness, sad, from depression, to climb,
Without the pain, and amid the terrible times,
are as many words to write, without any rhymes.
The human spirit spurs us all onward, without a regret,
and in our never returning homeward, not to let.
We mount the steeds to ride, of each's own life,
no matter the chaos. or of all the strife,
Holding on till the last, and in staying strong,
sensing the throws of life, sometimes so wrong.,
Within every mind, good memories are made,
and despite the hard times, life's game is played.
Feelings, more than words, and by their own needs,
are so planted in a soil, with very fine seeds.
They grow in the earth, from which we are all just a part,
so simple in sinew, as in our own start,
In goodness and just deeds, if in our beds, we prepare,
to feel the grandeur, and for us all to share,
So are the feelings of the human kind, and our senses,
soulful needs, held desperately, within every mind.
Our feelings are the sum of all humanity, and our minds, as infinity.
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