In these hurried, impersonal days
They're rarer than gold and harder to find.
Those people whose sincere and gentle ways
Mean they exude spirit that is truly kind.
Just as blooming flowers are scarce indeed,
Sensitive and vulnerable in an overgrown field…
Their beauty can transform a world of wild weed
Into a floral sight seldom seen or revealed.
Some view most with bitterness and contempt
As if they are emotionally blind,
Believing they are among a chosen few exempt
From ever having to waste time being kind.
The rest do care and try to treat others fair.
So it's important to relax and unwind
While emulating those people truly rare
Whose respect for others enables them to be kind.
Gregory Huyette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-kind-9/
