Kindness Never Dies
As I fall to wither, dust
I contemplate the things I must
More than just a memory
is what I’d really like to be
And though I do grow short of days
I find, I entertain the ways
to elevate my lofty goal
to know the things that make me whole
Yet, after each accompaniment
of thoughts for yesteryear, I’ve spent
I still am baffled by the world
a patchwork of a flag unfurled
Unlocked potential, still to come
seems not for me as found for some
Perhaps, it’s right before my eyes
it’s simple, kindness never dies
For what could carry much more weight
and best of all, it’s not too late
a gentile aspiration still
but one that I can own, I will
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2019
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