For Palliativity Poem by Lloyd Cresci

Heartfelt pain left on its own,
Will often root and grow.
But it's not left there all alone,
By people in the know.
We hurt each other all the time,
Not planning to be mean.
Then one to ten it soon will climb,
As it grows sharp and keen.
It's best to just not cause the pain,
So it won't root and grow.
You always get the kind of grain,
Your careless seeds will sow.
But if by chance a careless deed,
Cuts someone to the quick,
Help them out; tend to their need,
Or pain will surely stick.
When pain creeps in it's always right,
To soothe a fellow soul.
In times of pain to ease their plight,
Should always be your goal.