When we are born, our cries bring joy to our parents.
But as we grow into adulthood, our tears become the reason our parents cry.
The things we expect to bring us happiness often end up hurting us,
And what once made us smile later becomes the reason for our tears.
A lover also longs to be loved in return,
And even the most compassionate need compassion.
There comes a time when the giver needs to receive,
And the one who cares for others waits to be cared for.
Those who look down on others may one day find themselves in the same position
There may be one who seems rich, yet is poor,
A smiling face hiding a sorrowful core.
Some have wealth but no contentment inside,
While others, though poor, in peace abide.
Beauty fades—it will not last forever,
And splendor, too, is fleeting, whatever.
Nothing in this life stays the same,
All turns to stories, just a name.
You and I are but passing characters,
Learning life's lessons, its highs and its errors.
So let us be lovers, never haters,
Compassionate souls, not ones who berate.
Givers, not takers; helpers, not cheaters,
Reverent, not bitter; real, not deceivers.
Let us move forward with hearts that are true,
Living with purpose, in all that we do..