This poem was written for me by someone who I hardly expected to be eloquent. It was a lesson for my judgemental self.
Caring is a virture of a tender, loving heart
Accented with kindness, you are such a work of art
Reason is a noble power, but even it can see through you
Intelligence extraordinaire, you give it life anew
Some day, when the time is right for wishing on a star
Sweet dreams will come true for you, dreams of who you are
Always let your light shine with dignity and grace
And there shall remain, though not vain, a glow in your face
Let these true words remind you of a good post unforgotten
The loving thoes, the winter woes, and enemies downtrodden
Speak but once, nay, even twice, may your words come into being
Candor and purity will guide your steps to se without actually seeing
Harken to this poet's verse with vigor undemanding
Under the sun is everything that's yours endowed with understanding
Love that which can be loved, shun all hate and evil, and the love that you send out will be magnified upon retrieval.
BY MIKE HARDWICK
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