I’m a Stranger
Of those mornings, when I can’t seem to reciprocate the ‘good morning,’ I’m shown the worst of myself. After almost thirty years of self-work, I have no better outlook of “other” than when I began.
Of those mornings, when I can’t seem to reciprocate the ‘good morning,’ I’m shown the worst of myself. After almost thirty years of self-work, I have no better outlook of “other” than when I began.