Possibly a Cad
This life is filled with a myriad of difficulties
And so much sadness.
Even petty sadness,
Meaning, not getting a job promotion,
Not dating the high school cheer leader, and the like,
Seems immense at the time;
I guess, to prepare us, somewhat, for actual troubles.
If we're lucky, in-between the loneliness
And the sense of hurt,
We find a dignified beauty in words or a human smile,
And it gives us a reprieve, however briefly.
At times in life, I've been kind and considerate;
At times, insensitive to a fault, possibly a cad.
I can only hope, God sees the small attempts we make
To attain the real beauty of a genuine soul
And to be better humans and that this will be our redemption.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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