Try Kindness Poem by James McLain

Try kindness,
for the choir that you preach to
more than
likely
knows the song
most sing
but dont we all like it
in some
special way
because of the way
or circumstances
in which it was taught us.

And what is age,
but where
each was kept
and who do we blame
for our death.

The young rarely ask
and the younger need you to ask
as you out grow youth
needing to ask
I have lost my way,
please may I ask?

Will you show me back,
up the way.
You have come?
Some say It is gone,
it lays fallow,
look over there
is it waisted.

I think
and perhaps
no longer should you
fear
but for that
grace
that cold hand reaching out
to you
I know it scares you
because
your alive
should it scare you
and for some
it still does.

Because for now
you are warm
safe
and secure
with the knowledge
of what has passed
between you too.

And you make up
an excuse
to rush on by
because it is cold
and no one
especially you
wants to die
like that alone.

So be kind to every body
no one knows
who they may become
if they are
to become your tomorrow.

c.b.