Break Bread

I see live people cry while making people laugh.
I only have what I give away. I see on our behalf.
Take my nothing… “Everything is for yesterday”.
All the calls I never made are still ringing today.

What won’t allow to dream, permits deep sleep.
Happiness is omitted, as malice is a light sleeper.
We are guarded by our motives. No: “one fits all”.
Belief falls to a snare, as hope snores in a drawer.

On our way to the light, we are all opaque in tell.
The charity clothes lose the softener – to fit well.
I remember “the forgotten” by remembering me.
I depart but I return to part. – We are everything!

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton