Being Human - Poem by Monica Partridge
We're all human beings with the gift of choice
so why is it so hard for some of us to be nice?
We have such a lot we should be grateful for
yet all we seem to do is fight so we get more.
We have a heart that's always filled with love
it doesn't take so much for us to give thereof
with a bit of care, a gentle hug now and then
we make the sun appear for friends once again.
When you see someone sit and shed their tears
wrap your arms around them to quiet their fears
a few comforting words can mean so very much
and they'll feel the love through a gentle touch.
Being nice doesn't cost a fortune, you know,
but it will give our spirit such a magical glow
it forms our character and brings much joy
it's an amazing tool we should always employ.
We tend to fear things we don't understand
especially some cultures from a different land
but if we use our ability and are willing to learn
the blessings are an awesome wealth to earn.
It really shouldn't matter what colour our skin
or whatever language we were taught to speak in
there's one thing remains an irreversible bond
we have feelings that last through life and beyond.
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