Be Kind to All, Our Own

I like this one because it's one of those poems where I picked up the pen and started writing and didn't know what it was about until I had finished it . . .It's really just the concept of "what goes around, comes around" and about having empathy and understanding for others in this life that none of us really has a clue about. .

Be Kind To All, Our Own

When ambling along this yellow road made out of bricks
choosing to break bones by throwing stones, or swinging sticks
eventually the shade of mud becomes those, as it flicks
back to the dog inside that is too old to learn new tricks . .

The poets and the prophets call 'to do as you want done'
Darkness falls in step with those who share their light with none.
Blessed are the knowing, who will walk before they run
away from milestones of the minions and their quest to stand as one . .

Aversion is an ignorance that sidesteps with a smile,
as fashion dictates, people too go in and out of style.
Strangers are the grace that saves our truth, but for awhile
Until comtempt that's bred by all familiar meets their mile. .

Wish good health and share the wealth of fortunes fair and true
pass the glass that's filled as half to someone next to you
Wash your fears with strangers tears, who cry a different view
and reflect ourselves into what someone else is going through . .

Mind and matter makes the maze that makes a thought to own
and cultivates a conscience garden, time has overgrown
tangled vines and signs of seeds we never would have sown
if when and will had waited til the better choice was known . .

Forgiveness is the gift of breeze that blows the clouds away
and then within our soul illudes to warmth of summers day
best not yet, forget your damage done along the way
and lesson heed, nips guilt and greed, not darling buds of May . .

To kick the down, to hurt are shadows cast before the break
of that day the heart beats more than once the same mistake
shall the kicked recover quicker than the shadows make
another wrong turn at the roads that cross all they forsake . .

Denial drapes a fabric lace across the hope to hide
the murky depths of worn and worst we long be lost inside
as the memory of how it was, was not before we lied
but only to ourselves, beware, what was, won't be denied . .

Reason has belied the rhyme of words that dance my page
see value in the volume sense that grows with all that age
trust the steps of tried and true, all trapped in the one cage
Be Kind To All, Our Own and peace of mind, the measured gauge . .

Bella Magic
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