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The Guy Next Door.

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Amongst many one thing that we all have in common
Are the challenges that get chucked at our doorsteps
Some of them we see coming
Most goes beyond our expectations
One thing that we mostly tend to never sight
Is what tumults and storms others tend to sail through
some could be more intense than ours
Maybe not

Amazingly we are given the opportunity to reach out
To help that other person in the sinking boat and say
"GOTCHA"
For even in every place we find ourselves
there is always "that" someone
Locked in their past, present or future
One whom the whales of life have forced off dry land to feast on

If only we could do more
If only we could feel more
that other person will not just be
"THE GUY NEXT DOOR".

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  1. Anonymous19:26

    I will never forget this poem

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