A kind man
A kind man walks with quiet grace,
Compassion etched upon his face.
His words, like balm, heal wounds unseen,
His actions gentle, calm, serene.
He lends his strength to those who fall,
Answers softly when duty calls.
No need for glory, fame, or cheer,
His kindness shines when he’s simply near.
His hands are steady, his heart is pure,
A steadfast friend, through trials sure.
He listens deeply, with eyes that gleam,
A rock of comfort, a steady beam.
He gives without asking, loves without end,
A stranger’s helper, a loyal friend.
His kindness ripples, far and wide,
A quiet hero, a world’s guide.
And though he asks for nothing in return,
His warmth ignites a fire to burn.
For a kind man’s gift is simply this:
To remind us all what humanity is.
A kind man walks with gentle strides,
His presence soothes the heart’s deep tides.
With eyes that see beyond the pain,
He offers solace, love, and gentle rain.
His words are whispers of a summer breeze,
Comforting and calm, as quiet as the trees.
He lends his strength to those who stumble and fall,
And lifts them up, standing tall.
No fanfare follows him, no trumpets sound,
Yet his kindness echoes, profound.
In the silence, his heart speaks loud,
A language of love, that transcends the crowd.
His hands, so worn, yet strong and true,
Hold doors, hold hands, and see others through.
He doesn’t seek the spotlight’s glow,
Yet in his kindness, others find their way to grow.
A kind man’s gift is like a sunrise high,
Warming the world, touching the sky.
It’s in the laughter he shares with glee,
The tears he wipes, the hearts he sets free.
And though he asks for nothing in return,
His love remains, like a gentle burn.
For in his kindness, we find a piece of grace,
A reflection of the human heart’s embrace.
©oriole_b
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