A Little Kindness Never Hurts
As a wee lad ...
I was indeed blessed
Two parents of unfailing kindness and noble spirit
Thoughtful and gracious, sometimes to a fault
Hence, the seeds of altruism were sown deep
And tended with care and example
Taking purchase at the core of my child's heart
Other humanly aspects and habits
Added unto that foundation of goodwill
A loving mother but distant father
Still, even in his casual neglect
Benevolence and unselfishness were the origins of all he did
It wasn't so much words for either of them
But rather the ways they lived
And the consideration and care they gave to others
Whether loved-one, friend or stranger
Oh, I am a very flawed creature
I have made as many mistakes and poor decisions
As most THREE other human beings
But, if nothing else, I do my best daily
To approach all interactions and conversations with others
With the similar forbearance and generous disposition
That I was raised with and taught
And if I'm very lucky
There's perhaps a FEW people
Who have seen at least a flicker of my parents' sweet light
In these weary, shadowy, grateful eyes ...
Of mine.
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