A kind soul: A poem by Lewis Wamwanda

A kind soul is not being rich,
But enjoying what's within reach.
That is a kind soul
Living a life blameless

A kind soul is not living a fancy life
With fear, pride and worry
A kind soul is loving others
And sharing the little we have

Kindness is not how much we do
Kindness is the small things we do
That changes our lives
And an impact to others

Kindness is not how much we have
Or competing on how much we can give
Kindness is having nothing
But trying to make others smile with the little we have




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