My Guiding Hand
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Jayne Louise Davies
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No one feels your sorrow,
For it is yours to keep,
Everyone is different,
We are all unique,
The way we look,
The way we talk,
The very way we think,
When we're feeling really low,
No one gives a blink,
Faith and courage guides us,
The strength to carry on,
Poetry's a precious friend,
When our loved ones are gone,
A way to show our feelings,
A way to bring a smile,
Poetry will guide me,
It makes life worthwhile.
Jayne Louise Davies
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