Poetry

My thoughts encompass me, surround me
The sincerest form of gratitude to an unknown stranger
The passerby who asks for a cigarette
And your smoke is long gone
But your kindness prevails, even though you do not have one
How do you measure one's worth, by the number of acts they do
Or do you not count, because you do not want that vanity
I see myself as someone who is random but consistent in so many ways
The world could use some serenity-humility
Pray, people, pray

For GOD said:
For God puts down the man with pride;but he saves the one who is not proud- Job 22:29
So stand up today, stand proud, tall, kiss a loved one, say hello to a neighbor
But Beware........