Our Druthers

Carol read this poem aloud as a kind of prayer before we began a poetry corner meeting.

“Do unto others” may sound rather trite

Nevertheless, it is right

If we know our own druthers

We think kinder of others:

Poor Annie needs care and a smile

Sam’s alone, let us tarry awhile

Give Alice a hug, lend Harry a hand

While able, spread warmth o’er the land

Help those who are having it rough

Our turn will come soon enough.

Virginia L. Wylie

 

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Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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