Though bones may crumble, your movements fumble, joints stiffen, legs weaken – a heart that’s humble, sweet and loving, is ever giving, with gift to lift the weary visitor,
… Don’t push that struggling child to run, but praise that step – progress begun! … For that small step, his mother knows, was like a giant leap (pride shows).
With pleasure they expose the grabbing greed of those whose balance grows and grows unconscious of the woes that from their action flows. But they too covet, who accuse, –
Wandering in cloud-cuckoo land, buzzing, on cloud 9, head in the clouds, with visions grand assuming all is fine; but someone clouds the issue, your eyes cloud over, frown,
If we look around us, feeling very cross, – inconvenienced often, caused financial loss, yet ourselves not guiltless, – better turn and do unto others what you’d have them do to you.