Ingratitude and Indifference - Poemes & Diaporama Website L'Arié...Joie

Ingratitude, the shadow of a lost heart that has forgotten the hands extended to help it,

However, hope can be reborn, like a ray of sunshine, light,

The heart is a garden, fragile and tender, where words are seeds, ready to bloom.

But sometimes, despite the care, the flowers fade, and ingratitude settles in, dark and sonorous.

Ingratitude is a cold wind that erases the traces of what was,

So, even in the face of ingratitude, continue to give, to sow, to love.

Because generosity is a force, which, one day, will germinate,

Remember that your light does not go out, ingratitude is a test without a goal.

Gratitude is born in the heart, like a tender murmur that cannot be forgotten,

It feeds on the attention given, the outstretched hand, the shared gift,

It expects nothing, a simple gratitude, it which hides in the silences,

It lights the way, even in the dark night and reminds us that deep down, everything is vigilance.

The forgetting of friends, the hours shared, fade slowly, like detached tree leaves,

But sometimes, a thought suddenly arises, a reminder of a time that the wind has not erased,

The forgetting of friends is the thread of time that stretches, but their memory remains present,

It is a heavy, glacial silence, which ignores calls, like a wandering ship,

But in this fog of indifference, a glimmer persists, a resistance,

Because compassion, human warmth, are stronger forces than forgetting,

Oh you who read these words, do not be ice, let your heart beat, not weakened,

So, even in the face of indifference, stay open, stay alive, stay immense.