What need is there for pity in pursuit
Of one's own happiness? We may not all
Have everything that's needed to forestall
A place among the truly destitute.
For many, life is like a sour fruit
That turns before its time, consigned to fall
Ungathered to the ground, beyond recall.
When witnessing, we must be resolute
In our regard for those who manage well
With less of everything that makes for ease.
No virtue of our own, no quality
That we possess can ever quite dispel
The knowledge that in order most to please
Ourselves, compassion's a necessity.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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