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...
When your life feels steady, calm, and bright,
When roads are clear and days feel right,
Pause your steps, soften your tone
Don’t walk as if you rose alone.
When all is sorted, plans align,
When fortune seems forever mine,
Do not brag of what you own,
Pride builds walls you’ll face alone.
Don’t treat others as less or small,
Today’s silence is not their fall.
A struggling hand, a humble face,
May soon rise strong in time and place.
Remember this: no fate is sealed,
No future fully yet revealed.
What they lack now may soon appear,
Tomorrow’s wealth could draw them near.
The poor today may stand up tall,
The quiet voice may one day call.
And in your hour of doubt or need,
They might be the help you plead.
So choose respect, let kindness stay,
Life turns its wheel in quiet ways.
What you give now will one day be
The bridge that brings humility.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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