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Not of the next day variety, essentially nourishing and providing
But rather of the lonely sort, the forgotten in everyday circles
The ones chosen last for the team and then only due to the need for even sides
The ones who missed The Last Dance, viewing others pictures, reliving it vicariously
Opportunities, promotions given to others less worthy
Holidays not celebrated, ideas not created or materialized
Dreams shattered and broken like clay pots, unrepairable
The ostracized, the disenfranchised, the lost and lonely
Viewed upon in the eyes of others as outcast, pariah
With sleepless nights and weary days burdened with fatigue, they trudge on, unnoticed by the masses
These are God’s special angels
His Unique Few
May His good graces wash over those lost souls
May they one day find the peace that has eluded them thus far
Bear in mind, you are not alone in this struggle
