Spare poem by Stefano Donno

 In stillness, I sit and ponder,

Thinking of a word that's under

Appreciation, often spare,

But holds a power beyond compare.

 

It speaks of emptiness and space,

A void to fill at our own pace,

A room for something new to grow,

A chance for life to put on show.

 

Spare time, a gift beyond measure,

For dreams to come alive with pleasure,

A chance to slow down and be still,

And find the joy that time can fulfill.

 

It speaks of generosity and care,

Of offering a helping hand to share,

A kindness that can change a life,

And bring a smile through trouble and strife.

 

So let us cherish this word spare,

And use it well, with thought and care,

For in its emptiness, we'll find,

A wealth of possibilities combined.