“…little, nameless, unremembered, acts /Of kindness and of love.” -- William Wordsworth, “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798”
How quickly the blizzard of the mundane
Buries the modest, determined efforts
With which genuine friendship we maintain;
We ought to excavate these small comforts
And cherish them, for they do testify
To the persistence of our better parts—
Gloomy misanthropy they do defy
As the shining progeny of fine hearts
Real kindness is not obligatory
Nor is it mere custom or dry habit;
Genuine friends are not seeking glory
But a world more are glad to inhabit
When a friend makes your trials more bearable
Recognize a love incomparable
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (2)
Lol, just yesterday I asked my friend how is his progress because it's been a month he's been going to the gym. He was so shocked that I remembered and asked. He said it was creepy and stalkerish. I was so shocked. I said that's how I show support to friends. I take note of things, keep track and follow up. Maybe he's just not used to friends checking up on him. Anyway, sorry for the mumblings. Loved your poem!
My love too you. Thank you David.