Echoes Of Empathy

Mock not the pain you’ve never known,
Nor cast a stone from comfort’s throne.
For when life’s storm begins to roar,
You’ll find the hurt you mocked before.

The tears you scorn may one day fall,
Upon your cheek — they’ll tell it all.
The pride you wore, the words you threw,
May turn and echo back to you.

So guard your heart, let kindness reign,
For none escape the touch of pain.
And when you fall, you’ll understand —
Grace lives in every trembling hand.