A cactus will suffer the wounds of need
When left in chilling cold and soaked at root,
Yet waterlogging the ground of a reed
Is the shortest way to boost a new shoot.
The gift of smile and care would surely be
Exploited by many to inflict pain,
Yet others would take it with merry glee
A bridge to retain, a person to gain.
To give is oft to exult and rejoice,
Yet beware of the poison you may bear,
Heedlessly hidden within your best choice,
Sun rays are not always gentle and fair.
As the days in such a haste pass by me,
I know more when to set my giving free.
