Poetry: Her Real Worth7/11/2011
I, myself, is guilty of this. I admit that oftentimes I overlook the beauty of a certain individual just because I foresee that he or see could just be another nondescript person.
I almost cried when I read this piece again. It was written with a pencil so the writings now are getting washed out. But when I read through it, it reminded me once again of the person I wrote this about. Penned with such vivacious spirit at that time, I really admired her. Her kindness stuck to me, even until now. I regretted the moment that I lost mocking her every way – making fun of her behind her back. Yet, in spite of it all, she remained true to herself and to the people around her. I realized eventually, that it was her true self that she was showing to everyone – no secrets, no lies. It was – and definitely, still is – the reason why she has been loved and respected by everyone around her. It is true indeed that the kindness you show to a person – random or definite – will never be forgotten. And the person inside you – that kindness and generosity - will truly out shine the flaws and imperfections you have outside.
To that person, I’m sorry. I just hope that you’ll appreciate this sincere apology - for I never wanted to be an enemy to you for the rest of my life.
Promising Poets’ Poetry Cafe!Her Real WorthNov. 9, 2004Once I met a woman so fair
I like her complexion and her flowing hair
But she hardly ever carry a smile
Yet she conquers hearts on every mile
Once she walks in a gorgeous way
Some folks may think she's such a fay
Oh - but to deem who she can be
She's simply a girl - just like me
She continues to walk without a beam
A frown in her face - as it may seem
She says she's thinking of absolutely nothing
But in her head is certainly something
I used to keep from her a distance
Away from her stance in every instance
I surely have my very own way
So I detached myself - come what may!
Once that girl became my friend
"Oh what would I do with such a fiend!"
But I was mistaken in the end
For every thing to me she kindly lend
It is certainly wrong to judge someone
When you simply don't know what battles she had won
She might not be good - unbecoming outside
But goodness and kindness reside inside.
Now I know what's her real attraction
Why to me she was sent without hesitation
"A friend is worth a thousand gold
its beyond our wits - our hands couldn't hold”.
I now nominate Miss Kitten!