While our lives are thought to be fragile,
we count on those knowing moments,
when in a sudden sort of sardonic setting,
a cathartic challenge suggests we listen.
When ego is put aside, and humility speaks,
such valuable outcomes refresh our mind,
we with certainty begin to better understand,
that vulnerability is meant to make a stand.
Glance around the room and wonder the eyes,
what is personality, how do we surmise
the value of this persons gray reminders,
versus the notion of a youthful banter.
Where all walks contain a familiar gait,
Our definition of value placed upon a posture,
might the aftermath of judgment call callous
the quiet listener who stands lone in a river.
When thinking all of the terrible things,
we forget about those we call the other,
decide upon a direction without a bother,
quite the opposite really, despised clutter.
Perhaps if in a notion of sweet forgiveness
Might we all reflect upon love is goodness.