So many options to choose from —
Bravery, intelligence or strength,
Charm, Humour or righteousness.
Then why speak of
The seemingly least of them all?
Why bother with being kind?
So much seen and heard,
If not already,
Then soon will be
Of betrayal, doubt and slyness,
Of incompetence, inequity and injustice.
Why trouble oneself with being kind?
So much is wrong
Waiting to be corrected,
Waiting to be untangled,
Tired of waiting.
Why waste time being kind?
So many reasons being,
Sometimes no reason being
But simple impatience,
Urging us to move on with our lives.
Why stop to be kind?
If to work in our favour,
It is an investment not kindness.
If done knowing it never will,
Then it is kindness.
Why expect nothing to be kind?
Because maybe, not just the world
But the universe is round,
The energies work round,
Kindness comes around.
Why not take a chance being kind?
Because surely, that’s how we’d like
Others to treat us,
Despite themselves, in spite of us.
Now can you think of a reason to
Why NOT be kind?