Without A Heart

Poem By Diana Poems

Without a heart
We don’t have a compassionate mind
Without a mind
We cannot understand
We live in a world of empty hearts
They are there
But often we neglect them
We were born naked
And as we grow
We clothe our compassion

We clothe our emotions
We clothe our hearts
And at the same time
We quickly state our identities
We show our degrees
We speak about our dreams
And often
We dream and dream
Pondering on what is missing in our lives
Pondering why we feel so empty

Pondering on which to choose…
More money or more time
We unfold our hands
They are there
But they are empty
We feel good about what we have
But it is never enough
Or is it?

We live in a society
That thrives on our hard work and sweat
Our sense of community is overall diminished
It is a way of the past
Or is it not?
I lent my hand out to those in need
And it has saved me from being drowned in materialism
It filled my heart with compassion
Filled my heart with pride

Filled my mind with knowledge
In that I am learning from others
And at the same time
They are learning from me
Helping one another
Accepting help from others
Acknowledging our neighbors
Instead of ignoring them

This is what life is really about
A community of hearts
Each interacting and helping one another
Through this
Our community can grow again
And the past will not be forgotten
Of good old days
When people would pride their relationships with others
Instead of only priding documents and papers
Full of egocentric intentions

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