A Life Without Compassion

A life without compassion holds little worth.

If one is fortunate enough to have an abundance,

His compassion and good fortune drives his soul  

To help those who are seen to be needy and wanting.

But when charity is given by one to another,

The giver should find a way for the receiver to keep his dignity,

Find something the person in need can contribute

For the one receiving must not be made to feel shame.

It seems these simple rules have long gone by the wayside

Welfare is given freely; housing, food, utilities and more

Those who receive, believe they are somehow entitled,

And live their lives with outstretched hands,

Loosing all sense of human pride and dignity.

And the givers who give, take from those who pay into,

A system of checks and balances gone wrong.

There is nothing left of the pride an self-esteem,

That comes from the work of caring for ones own life.

I don’t know how to go back, but on a personal level,

I appreciate those who in my times of need,

Have helped me out, in trade for what they may need.

I am then left with dignity and a sense that I too can contribute.