Holt! You who think you are everything,
This is only life and you are nothing,
Some gifts might make you something,
But that still doesn’t t mean you are anything.
Only those who hold dear what means the most,
Afraid that everything they care for might be lost,
Will try to avoid the unavoidable at every cost.
Before a lonely stranger,
There is no deed greater,
Neither braver,
Then to smile,
For just a short while,
And show your hearts passion,
Sending out thoughts of compassion.
To Care for each other,
And cherish one another.
A simple Kind word,
Can stand out like a bulletin bored,
Giving a reason to no one in particular,
To believe in their self and become an opportunity taker,
And possibly even a life saver.
Honesty and truth,
Always the finest policy even if it hurts,
All the way to the roots,
Walking down them with spiked boots,
What a wake up call,
Not boring and dull,
Not round like a ball,
Or playful like a doll,
And definitely not about people running around in a mall.
But about life and how to live it,
About love and how to give it,
About care and how to return it,
About truth and how to uphold it,
About appreciation and how to exchange it,
About passion and how to feel it,
About respect and how to continue it,
About hope and how to embrace it,
About faith and how to keep it.
Therefore A warning you are given,
All your thoughts driven,
For a moment in time,
With the rhythm of a rime,
A simple conclusion,
You might have considered an illusion,
Your time of consideration,
Has far past,
What you have done shall not last,
You will have to do your time,
For to not have manners is a crime.
