SELFISHNESS
by Harold Cornelius Sandall
Love that is hoarded, moulds at last
Until we know some day
The only thing we ever have
Is what we give away.
And kindness that is never used
But hidden all alone
Will slowly harden till it is
As hard as any stone.
It is the things we always hold
That we will lose some day;
The only things we ever keep
Are what we give away.
Source: Lines to Live By (1972), edited by Clinton T. Howell
Chrysanthemum: An Anthology
Poetry
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