kindness

in a world so filled with hatred

the hearts of many wax cold

my heart aches for kindness

for the very young and old

but where i live is so unkind

it seems as if it could never be

yet i can’t help but wish

that others might someday see…

if kindness were a color

i think she would be green,

a reminder of the forest,

and all the growing things,

if kindness were a person,

sparkling eyes and cheeks of red,

with crows feet and laugh lines

from the joy and love she spread

if kindness were a melody,

symphonic bliss abound,

majestic and dramatic,

what a heavenly sound!

Ah! but kindness, it is fleeting

a mirage of broken dreams,

with callous hearts and bitterness

and words used to demean;

the longing for a kind soul

still lingers in my dreams

if,… if only… if ever….

kindness were a thing.