A Random Act

An outstretched hand offered to the fallen

A kind word spoken to those in distress

A shoulder to cry on for those in mourning

Offered to comfort the wounded among us

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A gentle hug to let them know you care

A tender kiss to show your affection

A stroke of the hair letting them know you are by their side

Given without condition from the goodness of a gentle heart

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A pat on the back to show appreciation

A wide knowing smile to brighten their day

A look into their eyes to acknowledge their existence

Lifting the spirits of those who suffer themselves forgotten

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All things that daily we ought to make offer

Random acts of kindness shown to our fellow man

Still in our humanness we forget these little things

Simple acts that serve to enrich our karma

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Instead we neglect our neighbors out of hand

Evading eye contact

Dismissing their difficulties

Oblivious to their losses

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Is it because we are too engaged

Or is it that we just don’t care

How sad this is

Living life absorbed in our own self-interests

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Wrapped in a box of our own making

A cocoon made from our own selfishness

Useless but as a tomb when it is our time

Unloved, unappreciated, unnoticed, will you pass on alone

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Am

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This imperfect surface

Skin, hair, nails is not me

I am in my head

Emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions

Wrapped in this disposable package

No bottle can contain what can’t be seen

Cut me and I bleed, red and warm

Still you’ve taken nothing from me

I have not been altered

Love, compassion, disgust

Strong as before, they did not seep from the wound

It may scar, raised and ugly, but I surely will heal

These afflictions are but temporary

Simple setbacks that only strengthen my character

You trip me

The fall leaves me scraped and bruised

Black, blue and painful to the touch

This is not the first time I have fallen

Most certainly I will fall again, this is part of life

Scraps heal and bruises will disappear without a trace

And I will continue on, a better person for the experience

Passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy

These help define the real me to the world

I am not the face you see on the street

I am not the clothes that I wear

I am not what I present to the naked eye

What I am is so much more

Masquerading behind what you observe

Look deeper, discard what you see

Take your time, a surprise awaits you

The treasure I offer is there for the taking

I will show you the real me if you are bold enough to ask

So ask, be bold

You will find that I am emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions

I am love, compassion, disgust

I am passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy

And I am so much more

Not all that I am is good

I am imperfect in my humanness

Constantly evolving into who I want to be

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~