there is no crime in compassion
no weakness in genuine
gentleness
though one must use one’s head
(pearls before swine and all that).
many stop short of acts of kindness
for fear of appearing
ridiculous.
that is a pity.
so many are lost in loneliness
because loving deeds are left undone
kind words left unsaid
and letters written
then tossed aside
left for dead.
this is a pity.
we must love to live
a life worth living
love is like oxygen.
so be ridiculous –
every now and then
be your absolute
self
the one we’re taught to
hide and deny
that part that is
our inner child:
surprisingly insightful
innocently tender and kind.
© 2016 threegoodwords
