REMEMBER THE POWER OF KINDNESS

I sometimes wish my neighbors

Could walk in my shoes for a mile

Then when they pass me by

They could at least give a wave or a smile.

Maybe they think they have more money

Or I’m too old to care.

But I’d like them to know, when they have problems.

That I would always try to be there.

We have a lovely neighborhood

And most of us try to be neat,

And we have many neighbors,

That are really hard to beat.

BUT every neighborhood has one

And some petty things, turn into heat

BUT HEY, if you think, someone is rocking your boat.

Feel free to pull it out of the lake.

Zina Foudray

8-1999