mr morano gave us a title
and said we could each write a poem, and see how different they turn out
i took a stab at it (:
chain reation
“hello,” said a man as he walked past a girl
he nodded his head strolling by with a smile
the girl was perplexed for she knew not this man
but before she could ponder something new grow within,
a bubble of warmth, and she knew just what to do.
she saw a young boy, fit as a fiddle
happily skipping by, unaware of his lost nickel
she hurried behind him and picked up the coin
“excuse my young boy, I believe this is yours,
have a nice day,” and she dropped it in his fist
the boy stood silent as the girl walked away,
he was taken aback, but did not delay
he had a warm feeling and knew just what to do.
right down the block he saw an old lady
both arms full, eyeing a door up ahead
he ran up besides her and held it ajar
“why thank you sonny, that sure was swell, here,
let me give you something for that act of goodwill”
“no ma’am please, it was nothing, really”
and without another word the boy took off in a hurry.
as the original man watched this from down the street
he knew at once his theory was true
kindness is not simply a single action
it’s a series of compassion, it’s a chain reaction.
the rythm kinda reminds me of a cross between dr. suess and 'twas the night before christmas
i could just be crazy though (:
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