Luminous [A poetry collection] ~ Canvas of Words

~ g e s t u r e s o f k i n d n e s s ~

They always say I get my hopes up too high.
My expectations.
My wishes.

But is it really that much to ask for?

A "thanks" when I say "you're welcome",
returning a friendly smile,
offering a hand when somebody falls,
an apology if you bumped into them.

Not sighing in annoyance
when questions are asked,
granting waiters a tip,
saying "hey" and "goodbye".

Things that should be normal,
not something you hope for.

Tell me, what kind of world do we live in?
Where the smallest of gestures become a rarity?
How, oh how am I supposed
to keep my faith in humanity?