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.