The kindest souls
are always the first to get hurt.
Readily offering a helping hand,
then getting their noses rubbed in the dirt.
Those who sit back not doing a thing,
are pleasantly showered with praise,
Always the well loved favourites,
Kindness doesn't always pay.
But those who are the kindest souls,
find it so hard to change,
Saying out loud,
Never again!
But still offering a hand each day.
Hold onto the kindness inside you,
Never be like the ones who are not,
For it is a gift you were blessed with,
Even though you are sometimes forgot.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much for sharing this poem! It really spoke to me : ) Magnificent lines, excellently penned! ! !
Thank you so much Isadora for your lovely comment! x