When I was young, I’d give a smile,
And kindness flowed for miles and miles.
I’d lift the fallen, ease the pain,
With gentle words that would remain.

But as the years began to sway,
The world grew sharp; the skies turned gray.
The kindness shared, I’d freely give,
Met with silence, yet still I strive to live.

I sought to help, to understand,
Though many turned, withdrew their hand.
Yet even as my warmth grew dim,
I held...