After Tuesday’s meeting

When I heard you say

The words you spoke today

I felt that they were mine

As if they intertwine

With all that I hold true

And with my own world view.

Too often over here

I sit in lonely fear

For when I say the words

They simply go unheard

Or met with rolling eyes

And not as if I’m wise.

But wisdom both we share

And from a place of care

We work and sing our song

And keep our voices strong

For them.

Always them

And so, in turn

For us.

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