The Return to Kindness

When the last kiss to brush your cheek has dried

And the light dust has long since blown to the four winds

When the last smile to warm your eyes was on a path

Now long since over grown

When the last hand to grasp your fingers

And help you cross that wild, unforgiving stream,

Has slowly withered and turned to rust,

That is when a random act of kindness will grasp your heart  

And pump the heat of belief back into your blood,

And back into your life.

bobby stevenson thoughtcontrol ltd 2012