Solidarności

I walk on a trodden road,

Laden with a heavy load.

A drop of compassion is all I need,

A teensy bit of love for the soul to feed.

On a point, I strive to focus

The point that defines my life’s locus.

With a bundle of solidarity

And a head full of clarity

I hope to convey these wordly bits without parity.

There is much to live and much to explore,

In this seemingly eternal dance on life’s floor.