By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
When there is no answer
to the question asked
Do we ask the question anyway
When an alternate path
never rises before us
How do we know where to go
When clouds obscure the sun
blocking its healing rays
Will we shield our fragile eyes
When the rain doesn’t fall
upon the parched Earth
Shall we plant our gardens faithfully
When our coffers grow bare
leaving only one can to fare
Should we share the last one
When unparalleled love
knocks on our locked door
Dare we open our wounded heart
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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