°o° Sharpen Me °o° The colored pencils--so neat-- Newly sharpened, ready for use, Laid waiting for their master-- All but one who cried out, "Sharpen me, I want to create!" Take a moment to think about The souls left, unseen, Who have so much to give, But need help--who cry, "Sharpen me, I want to live!" Written 5-27-08 Copyright©2008 Marie L. Sellers