Known to stifle affection would task dire,
What shallow ponds could derision aspire.
We, a grateful, compassionate being
So frequently forgetful, less trying.
If empathy a gold mark, imagine
The onslaught, the minion engine
A cavalcade of pure entanglement
Would wither away in sorrow’s lament.
Oh to recognize beauty in caring,
Step inside a giving world so daring,
To conquer all ills, to remain above
Venoms that poison the essence of love.
Eternal happiness where soul may reach
The other side, a caring journey teach.