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A POEM FOR THE GROUP FOR THE BRUISED |
| {For all my friends and all of the wonderful people I have never met} Sometimes we have to carry on regardless Mankind seems to just tumble forward Innocent children carry on tradition Love helps spread our ancient mission Every one of us will make it count Laden with our worries and fears All of us look for an escape route Unknown to us the door is open Giving every part of us away Hope, honesty, humour, and happiness are our goals Painful days make us feel so weary Laborious work chains us to our jobs All we want is some time for fun Years pass as we toil onwards Life will give us many surprises Each of us will learn to cope And we can share our wisdom Reading, writing and reaching out Nobody should go without a tutor Together we will make this happen Everyone can demonstrate talent Always looking to make things better Caring we will find our own doors Helping each other helps us all A mission to smile, A duty to play, An aspiration to teach Minds ready to listen, The door to happiness is open |