The little things of life all add up
To give the full experience
And we learn to build or to break,
Based on what we choose to have.
Small acts are not small at all
For they hurt us or they heal wounds.
A small word is often an act of love
Or a stab of pain.
A soft smile on the parting lips
Or a hand reaching out
When many just go by without a glance,
Often make us know life,
And, we dare live again.