There is a deep honor befriending an elder;
returning the blessings that we've been bestowed.
Also a frisson of fear we have held, for
we pray we are gifted with honor, not owed .

You probably don't know
That I've had a horrible day,
Struggling all day to make it
Through, feeling this way.
And you would go so far
As to say, "this one's on me",
Which makes me tear up,
And you say "don't worry".
I have faith again in humans,
Despite all I've been through,
And some people ask why I give,
And it's all because of you.
It's because of what you did for me,
When I was down, you picked me up,
Whereas most people these days,
They wouldn't give a ****.
Pardon my language,
But it's true you see,
Because of what you have done,
I stopped thinking about me, me, me.
The world is a better place when we
Take care of each other,
We share this planet, and
Through Christ, we're all sisters and brothers.

Everyone learns that convalescence turns to evanescence when reheated bubbles rise into effervescence. Conflicts turn with ease from shame to blame and wrap back around afflicting and constricting the veins. Tension to dissension when your worst thoughts slide by the side taking every abide on their pretentious and demented path to divide. This lesson on entropy is no radical notion. But rather a fanatical description of raw emotion. The most important connections we build in this life will be tested redundant with an abundance of strife. Perfection is impossible, we must only continue to row. Our reflection is the garden that we inevitably grow. It begins at one moment by sowing a single seed. Reach out to someone feeling lonesome because truly we are all in need. Or try again with heart in hand and if you fear for wasted time...

I love you.
I forgive you.

These few words don't need to rhyme.