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Courtesy and Kindness were two of a
kind –
Ill for some time, they both up and died.
Friends till the end, the two of them lay
In the cool of the parlor that respects may he paid.
Not even one guest did pay their respects,
For they too were ill, or had gone on to their death.
You see, there once was a time they all were “Just fine”
They lived, loved, and prospered as God had designed.
By their fruits you did know them, they gave alms to the poor –
Or by their words “after you” as they opened a door.
As they walked down the street with a wink and a nod
Perfect strangers would know them as disciples of God.
They raised moral children, tucked them in bed,
Prayed by their side, and kissed their sweet heads –
Raised to be selfless, they watched what they said –
Careful not to be hurtful or, others offend.
They saluted the flag, took off their hats,
During the Anthem, in Church, things such as that.
Always at the ready, they gave of themselves
No thought of compensation, they reached out to help.
No matter the time, morning, noon, or at night
They were guided by conscience, and Blessed in Gods sight
As years came to pass, old they had grown –
Their children far now from the tree, with families their own.
The children had moved far away, to a city called “self”,
And cared not that their parents, were in need of their help.
Seldom they called, thus, knew not the day
Courtesy and Kindness slipped quiet away –
Courtesy and Kindness were laid in the ground,
Their children of “self” no where to be found –
Alas, back at the parlor there was found but one name
“Hope” was quite late, but in the ledger the same –
Although all their good friends are dying or gone –
“Hope” springs eternal, and lives ever on –
James Anthony Thomas |
