Gratitude

The oil of sorrow will fry only malice 

What comes of it will make for poor choice

Yet of people there are so many
Who likes to mould life through their dark foundry

What good will a smile of poison bring 

Wont tears of joy make for a happier spring?

A drop from the fountain of joy
Is always worth every ploy

Now, life is only lived once,
but when filled with empathy, will feel like eons

A little reflection by the river

will do wonders to the ego filled desire

Strange however is the refusal of the soul

to look within and realise the foul

To criticise and defame is ever so easy

Alas to earn respect and love, a little uneasy