Take Care (a poem)
Please, be careful with me. When cut, I bleed. When struck, I bruise. When insulted, I fight. When moved, I cry. When surprised, I gasp. In passion, I flush. In embarrassment, I blush. In fear, I shudder. In joy, I shout. In grief, I weep. Of course I do. For I am human. As do you for so are you. Indeed, even those we call other are, too. Please, be careful, take care of each other. — bshivers