In sadness sunk Raged, regret - Firing bullets at the open air, Spitting fire into the freezing wind, Harpooned by every passing person, And forced faceless fear into a trembling voice A timid thing, half-wilted down.
To meet one given hand Proud with patience, Crowned by this glowing act Of harmless help, Though I were kissed by that kindness Fast though it fled, Fast as flame I hold it in, Loved by a gesture Pitied without a please.
Rewarded by grinning, What gold to give That is, gold in memory, That heart, gilt in gladness, That smiled selfless On one so sunk in sadness, Loved by a gesture Of harmless help.