Sonnet

Their constant cheerfulness and their intense poverty.
Have, through great suffering, overflowed in a wealth of generosity.
It’s easy for us to be cheerful in our prosperity.
I wonder what we would be like in the midst of some atrocity.

It is so easy for us to love those who love us.
No hardship to greet friends cheerfully.
But what about the irritating mobile on the bus.
Or the man asking for your pass, grumpily.

They all live under the sun.
The good, the bad, and the different.
They all have bad times and a bit of fun.
And they probably find us indifferent.

I will try not to look morose.
And take humility’s bitter dose.

Haiku

Love those who love us
That’s all so easy to do
But all the others?