PAD Challenge Day 6: 3 5-7-5s

PAD Challenge Day 6: Write a minimum poem. 

3 5-7-5s

When It Comes to Being Human

the least I can do
is be kind in a world of
mayhem and distressed 


Minimum Wage

impossible to
save, but possible to spend 
then be broke again


Rock Bottom 

i don't know why i
fear the lows in life when God 
is always on time

Rivalry 

the least I can do
is pray for you while you loathe 
without reasons to

💜D'ElegantOne 

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