The city can harden your heart due to the toil of everyday labor and from beggars who make begging their job. So when I witness acts of kindness from total strangers in the subway train, like giving up their seats for others, it reminds me that courtesy and kindness still abounds. One even went out of her way to console a teary-eyed commuter. When I have a chance, I give up my seat too when needed or share a tissue or pen when asked. I believe in paying it forward, because I too was a recipient of kindness. Years ago, I needed some coins for my bus home and wanted to break my $5.00 bill. The woman offered her $1.00 coin, smiling and chatting with me and didn't asked for anything. A small token, but a precious reminder - the seeds of kindness are everyone's reach.
whiff of cold wind sends
shivers of winter's dread- the dead
leaves petal the soil
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Toni, Kanzensakura, where the theme is kindness and the prose part is 150 words or less. Thanks for the visit ~