A Maxim of Joy
Something makes me want to make a better place
Of this my world, than it has made of me
Something makes me want to mirror it in my grace
And paint my sweet Rembrandt of civility
To say thank you when others' days are rough, and
Be the giver and servant of their budding joy
To lose all sense of entitlement and say please, stand
In line and wait my turn. Got my seed since a boy!
Want to see our traditions of kindness from home
Meeting each stranger with an hello, a caring
Eye, a sharing hand, a sense of belonging to roam
Into a world of love, peace, and civil fearing.
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