The Path of Kindness.
Poetry.

Path to a wonderful utopian world
Never existed and is certainly not gold
Take a path to see who you really are in the mirror
For you will never otherwise see it all through ever
You choose who you are for your path, stand tall
You try conveying it with respect and all
You are shut by them with no say
Don’t dismay, silence is golden in conveying your kindness this way
Keep being respectful, thankful and kind
For you are this and much more in your mind
So are they
However are they
Path of kindness is indeed a bed of roses
Those thorns prick you in doses
You will keep attracting kindness your way
It makes those thorn pricks eventually go away
Keep seeking with kindness
The value will be embraced with respect and happiness :-)