How easy just to lay <br />disturbing matter of your life <br />onto this giant podium, <br />in hopes that others might <br />by reason of sheer numbers, <br />take a look and shed a tear, <br />perhaps you hit a moment <br />in their lives where silence rules, <br />when clutter's at its lowest point <br />and altruistic deeds emerge <br />in thoughts and then in words. <br />How dare we, how can we hope <br />to burden others with our sorrow then? <br />Do they not have to bear their own, <br />their man-made crosses, to the Mount? <br />It must be weakness in the bones, <br />a lack of stamina, perhaps stiff upper lip, <br />yet it is left to us, to humans known as men <br />to stand with courage and to never leave the ship.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sharing-sorrow/
