When anonymous we write We never need to feel contrite. We can poke and jab and jeer Without remorse and without fear. We can pick on anyone And need not say it was in fun. We can wreck another’s life Without a thought of our own strife. Yes, our barbs can hurt and sting Yet there will be no reckoning. But ought we to think of one another As our sister, as our brother. For kind words are quite the same Whether we decide to leave a name. They always lift the spirits high Regardless who the words are by. Though it might seem quite absurd To leave people with a kind word Whether they know that it was you It is the thing you ought to do. So when anonymous I write I do not need to feel contrite For I will offer my kind words Even if it might seem absurd. For kindness costs me not a thing But to the other it might bring A ray of sunshine through the gloom A fragrant blossom out of doom. A few kind words might make you sing Or lift you up on eagle’s wing. So please think of another’s plight When anonymous you write.