Sympathetic ear
Listening without a word
A very good friend
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~