Kindness Rare

Written by: Joyce Johnson

When I was young
The world I knew was very kind.
When I was young
My mama said to hold my tongue,
To not say things which harm or bind,
To offer help to maimed or blind.
When I was young.

Now that I’m old
The world around me seems less kind.
Now that I’m old
Kindness is lacking or is doled.
Each person searching wealth to find,
From Mama’s standards have resigned,
Now that I’m old.