To do no harm, no deeds with base intent,
To this end we must teach the little ones
The way of safe passage.  In lieu, so spent
Time on a hateful road,  the train brakeman
And teary conductor make the announcement.

Ill-aimed conveyance fueled by malcontent,
Some misfiring heart with broken cadence,
Or sealed, shut mind.  Profoundly important
To shepherd all mankind with elegance,
And not yield to the helm of hatred and discontent.

 

Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Her work has appeared in numerous journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found  atlindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. She is a classical guitar player living in Wichita, Kansas

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