Caring has become so rare
people mistake it as flirting
or simply needing something
Loving has become so rare
that people carry around checklists
of distorted standards
blinded by what society thinks is lovable
everyone unqualified
are mostly left alone
Generosity has become so rare
people only give for the sake of credit
and getting back
Before extending a hand
one must first ask
“What’s in it for me?
More money, probably?”
Most of the time
we genuinely care, love, and give
only on the verge of losing someone
But we can’t tell someone’s fate
we can’t know when we’ll lose them
so most of the time,
we are all too late.
I “Liked” this poem, but more like Loved it. Keep it up!
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So glad to read thi comment. Thank you very much! ❤
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Honest, deep, hence true.
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Thankyou
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❤💕😊
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Lovely
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Thankyou ❤
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VERY NICE
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Thank you ❤
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❤
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I like the neat and powerful denouement to your poem. ‘Too late’ sums up well.
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So happy to hear that, thank you so much ❤
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