This

The Boy

They saw him

Every time they passed by that one store

He would sit there

Amongst cars galore

He was young

Too young to be begging

But still, his hands would be outstretched

Hoping that someone would be open to sharing

One day they decided it was enough

They got out of the car

Went up to the boy

Who wasn't too far

A trip to a vendor

The little boy in tow

His eyes open wide

At the kindness being bestowed

The food had been purchased

And handed over to him

Suddenly to the boy

Prospects didn't seem too grim

We started to drive away

But as we looked back

The boy was just sitting there

Down his face running tear tracks

Kindness is a virtue

Don't ever take it for granted

One small act of kindness

Is a tiny seed planted

But seeds don't just stay small

As they are nurtured, they grow

And for this one seed

There's only one way to go

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The basic plot of this poem is actually a true story. The little boy was just a kid on the streets in Pakistan, trying to scavenge enough money for a decent meal like so many small children out there. My stepmom decided to buy him some food, and instead of starting to eat it he just sat there and cried for a while. He must've been a maximum of ten years old, if not younger. It's so horrendously sad when you see the true meaning of poverty, witnessing heartbreaking events such as that, and then you see those with money flaunt it like it's nothing. Honestly, it's really hard to think about those things when your own problems are the ones dominating your life. But I challenge you guys to take a few minutes every day to really contemplate such world issues, and try to brainstorm ways to make a difference. It's a really simple thing, and even though you might not end up doing something at the moment, it cleanses your soul to have that kind of awareness and the drive to want to make a change.