Be benevolent to the naive ones
Who take longer to fully internalize
The common sense of harsher realities
Their softer hearts cannot materialize.
Be kind to the ones who believe the best
Seeing hope in cynicism’s hopeless wake
Unaware that they wear rose-colored glasses
Soon enough their consciousness will awake
To the black-and-white world of callousness
To the actions that betray the words
To the knowing that comes from the sting of loss
To the unpredictability life incurs.
Be mindful of the ones who wistfully dream
It won’t be long before they recognize the truth
That in a world strewn with sunsets on summer nights
There are broken hearts and catastrophes too.