#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

In shadows dark, where stories unfold,
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
In a world of struggles, both young and old.

There is no price to hunger,
No coin or jewel can ease its thunder,
There is no price to shelter,
A warmth and safety, life's true helter-skelter.

There is no price to kindness,
A gift of the heart, in moments of blindness,
In simple acts, we find our way,
To brighten the darkest, in night or day.

For what's more valuable than grace,
In this complex world, it's a saving embrace,
With kindness as our priceless treasure,
We find the meaning, in life's rich measure.
© Crypta_veil