Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.
So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.
I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.
Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.
I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.
Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.