Being Compassionate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Carrying one another through the explicit trials of life is acceptable and compassionate to another.
Holding hands, wrapping arms around each other helps to connect our souls as we dance rhythmically through musical sonatas and trite melodies.
Filling everyone with courage as we walk on alone, hoping that there'll be someone for us when we in turn need someone to be there for us in our own desperation and grief.
Sadness touching us coldly as we expire in our own times.