My brother and sister
Do not but be bitter
I perceive you mean well
This heart of mine can tell
Yesterday your praise was graceful
Today your cynicism is stressful
The lips that lifts up a fallen town
Should not curse when one is down
Try today and understand
By giving a helping hand
You are building a village of love
Filling the void of a treasure trove
Plaster your face with kindness
That patters on any evil blindness
For I know you are not the sky
Hosting the sun and moon high
At the time to dance
Take a chance to dance
In your truly known consistence
All that know your own importance
Declare your loveliness
Such pure wonderfulness
That should never be shrouded
But be carefully molded
In moods that do not eviscerate
But remain stout and concrete
(c) William Warigon
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