by Walter Rooks

The world watched him,
waited for him to mess up and not apologize.
For every breath was unselfish, learned over time,
he could hold himself that way; trying not to cheat
the universe.  

In the foulest of airs he could find
life and keep himself small; almost unnoticed, 
had it not been for love.

Karma by Walter Rooks

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