REMORSE

How often I’ve had my chance
to be kind, perhaps kinder,
or to render some service,
some little thing, maybe a few words
that might have tweaked my arrogance
some touch outgoing
that I could look back on right now
and feel the richer for having done the rightmost thing
and not feel the meaner for not,
for not sharing even a smile,
I may have thrown away unused a special wealth
that can only be spent one way
that special time.

From A Peck O' Poems for the 99%
By JK Burnham