Gentleness
The price to be gentle is sometimes steep
And at times it even make you weep
Some try to use, others abuse
Which make you bereft and then bemused
And like sudden rain on a public fair
Chagrin's dark cloud reappears
Being gentle is soft they say
Yet strength there lies in so tender ways
Unrelenting restraint against all odds
Cathartic redemption, in it stands
Gentleness, a gift, a priceless gem from natures glow
The fountain where nobility flows
Its virtue, is a diamond to behold
Hidden in an opaque and dusty earth, pure and bold
Forever seeking, never deceiving
Helping those, who are desperately needing
poem by Godfrey Morris
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