When you have sibblings
And helpers with you
Knocking on your doors
And making hays at your doorsteps
Until they exit liberty poles of your doorsteps
And a little hit by adversity without their fortitude
You may feel the end of life
And bitterness of the living and the homeless
That could afford those backbones
That you take for granted
Hence when they re with you
Celebrate them as your gods and goddesses
As queens and kings beyond your wildest
Immortalized
O with every fibre of your beautiful graces And every breathe of your beautiful beings
For life is zero without them
And he who goes alone sometimes might be dead too soon
Oh there's so much grace in synergy
And fortitude often inexhaustible.
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