You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
A family is not built of walls,
But hands that hold through rise and fall.
In quiet rooms and crowded days,
Love learns a thousand patient ways.
Their bond is a strength you cannot see,
Yet it carries you relentlessly.
When courage shakes, and hope feels thin,
Family is where you begin again within.
They teach the art of standing tall,
Of sharing bread, of heeding the call.
Of lifting one when one must fall,
No victory alone is all.
In trust, they plant enduring seeds,
In shared values and selfless deeds.
A good life grows where kindness stays,
And work walks proudly with honest ways.
Wealth is not just counted in gold,
But stories shared and lessons told.
In laughter, faith, and open hearts,
That’s where a family’s fortune starts.
For when a home is built on care,
On truth, on courage, on repair,
Its riches echo, deep and wide—
A legacy no time can hide.
So cherish roots that hold you strong,
They are the wealth you pass along.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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