‘The Little Kindnesses’ by Bic Uwel, “Erased” The Society November 17, 2014 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment “…that best portion of a good man’s life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.” —William Wordsworth, Lines Composed…Above Tintern Abbey At any time in life, the little kindnesses occur. Somebody greets you with a smile brightening ‘Yes, sir!’ One store clerk reassures you at some absent-minded act; another adds an unasked coupon to subtract the sum. A courteous gas station aide politely pumps your gas, and tells you this is a good day, while you sit on your ass. How beautiful the morning is when someone’s kind to you. It makes you fall in love with life. It makes you feel new. A sparkle in a worker’s eye is captivating too. How gorgeous is life when it’s flowing flawlessly. ‘Thank you.’ Featured Image: “Gas Station on Route 66” artist unknown NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Reid McGrath November 17, 2014 This is such an uplifting and necessary poem. The photo is quite fitting as always. It suggests a passionate and transcendent goodness even amidst the paint-chipped, dilapidated-tin-world-desert which is life. In the spirit of Uwel I will say that the toll-booth attendants at the Mid-Hudson Bridge are the most cordial and amiable toll-booth attendants in all of New York State. (If anybody else knows of anyone they would like to commemorate: Do it here!) Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.