#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness

Amid shadows where desperation resides,
A pilfered glance, where hope gently abides.
A morsel, stolen from the grasp of despair,
Its worth transcending gold, beyond compare.

A shirt, snatched to stave off winter's bite,
A stolen warmth to conquer the night.
For in the chill, compassion takes its hold,
A garment taken, but kindness manifold.

No price can capture the ache of hunger's plea,
Its grip relentless, yet hearts can set it free.
No coin can buy the solace of a roof above,
Yet empathy's embrace can shelter with love.

In this world of trade and counted cost,
Kindness stands unmatched, never to be lost.
Its currency unique, in deeds and grace,
A treasure shared, no value to displace.

So let us strive to steal away despair,
Replace it with the gifts that show we care.
For in life's tapestry, each thread we bind,
Defines the legacy of hearts aligned.

© nikz2415