Benevolence

Ply me not with compensation

For any gift of charity.

I ask for nothing in return

But commonplace civility.

 

Many may, in many ways,

Begrudge blind generosity

With but one question to be answered:

“What’s in it for me?”

 

Benevolence begs no return,

No payment for its gracious favor.

All it needs are fronds of fondness

Bathed in altruistic flavor.

 

Kindness makes its own reward

To stroke congenial behavior.

Steadfast to the test of time

Its sweetness is a treat to savor.

 

The world may judge us with despair,

Devoid of human common sense,

But praise to he whose epilogue

Is one of pure benevolence.