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.