Kindness Doesn’t Cost A Thing
From a beggar to the President,
it is not about what you've got.
When God assigns you a value,
being wealthy won't mean a lot.
Your true self is all that matters,
when your soul is judged in the end.
And you have no better resume,
than a lifetime shared with a friend.
You may not be rich or famous,
but some things in life are still free.
Hope doesn’t come with a price tag,
and there's no cost for air or sea.
There are so many priceless things,
like freedom and a setting sun.
There's nothing more precious than love,
or the joy of just having fun.
You cannot buy a warm spring breeze,
or pay a nightingale to sing.
Pity’s rightly given away,
and kindness doesn’t cost a thing.
Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35. The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.