In times of hardship, I often ponder why, The good-hearted souls, in despair, do cry.
With kindness as their shield, they face the storm, Yet, it seems they're the ones life has condemn.
They give their all, without expecting gain, Their love and care, like gentle falling rain. But life's a fickle dance, a winding road, And why they suffer, still remains untold.
Yet, in their struggles, they find strength to rise, Their spirits soar, like birds in the
skies.
For goodness in the heart, it perseveres, Through trials and tribulations, it endures .
So, when you wonder why they bear it all, Know that their kindness, are like a beacon tall
Shines through the darkness, with a guiding light, And in the end, they'll emerge from the night.
©audrey29
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