COMPASSION POEM
(Teardrops)
Crying in the streets,
With their faces on their knees,
They sat there in pain and hunger.
As I walked by,
I could see their glistening tears,
Streaming down their faces.
I wanted to wipe them away,
However, I had no time to stay.
I took one-step, full of regret,
And decided to do my best to help them.
I was going to be late,
But I knew my next actions were going to be worth it.
I filled my bottle with fresh, clean water,
And thought of how lucky I was,
To live in such a fortunate country,
Where most things were right at my doorstep.
As I strided over to the little girls,
Who looked around five years of age,
The corner of their lips went up in a flash,
And I noticed a sparkle in their eyes.
I crouched down on the dry, brown dirt.
I cupped the young girls face in my hands.
I could see years of pain in her eyes,
It made me almost want to cry.
I slowly fed the bottle to her lips,
And tipped it so just enough water could come out.
I turned around to the next girl beside me,
Who was so crippled she could not move about.
Tears made their way down my cheeks,
As I lifted they crippled girl to my chest.
I held tightly in my arms,
And took me with her so she could rest.
That night I went back to my apartment,
And thought of the events earlier today.
I was proud that I had given up my time,
To help out with those who needed it.
When I look back,
I know I made the right decision.
I know I made a difference in many lives,
Even though it was not major.
It was a day I am going to remember for the rest of my life,
I know I will remember the smiles, the tears.
I will remember who that crippled girl,
Looked at me with no fear.
She gave me something I could have never asked for,
I could have never earnt it by myself.
She gave me the courage to know where I stand,
And made me think about others than myself.
I know that it’s what God would have wanted me to do,
And I know he...
