Cowardly Cynicism

by Harshita Das aged 13

I had thought I had no time to spend
Guilt festered in the hand I did not lend
Why should I give? Why should I share?
Why should I help?! Reality does not care

Those kind words I did not say
The people I did not greet; the friends I did not make
All for the fear of being rejected, cast out!
Too late to regret racing that route

Cowardice led me to cynicism
It takes courage to be an idealist

Cowards are those who survive to the end
But survive and thrive as an idealist
Perhaps you could be happier…?

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