Small Gesture, Big Impact
Invisible in the Crowd: An Old Man Lost in the City's Rain
Rain lashed the streets, a city wept,
An old man huddled, drenched and swept.
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Invisible to hurried strides,
A cardboard shield, where sadness hides.
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A child, umbrella bright and new,
Paused, eyes wide, empathy grew.
From tiny hand, a flower bright,
Offered in silence, a beacon alight.
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The man looked up, surprise etched deep,
A teardrop glistened, not from the weep.
In that small bloom, hope gently bloomed,
A touch of kindness, darkness consumed.
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Newspapers rustled, a coin did gleam,
"For you," the child said, a radiant beam.
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A tiny sum, a world transformed,
Compassion's ripple, gently formed.
The man bought bread, a roof for the night,
The child, embraced by morning's light.
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A small gesture, a life renewed,
In kindness sown, blessings accrued.
So plant a seed, no matter how small,
For even raindrops nourish a wall.
For kindness shared, like morning dew,
Brings hope and beauty, just for you.
He shared his shelter, a meager space,
The child, unfazed, with joyful grace.
Stories exchanged, laughter's gentle sound,
Two kindred spirits, common ground.
Comments (1)
Awww, this was so heartwarming and wholesome! Beautiful poem!