People will come, and people will go,
Like waves on the shore, like wind that won’t show.
But through every chapter, loss or delight,
One soul stands with you, day into night.
It’s the face in the mirror, the eyes that you see—
The only one there from birth endlessly.
So speak to them gently, treat them with care,
For they carry your hope, your burdens, your prayer.
Be kind to that person, lift them when low,
Give grace when they falter, let patience grow.
Because how you treat yourself, day after day,
Shapes how you live, love, and lead the way.
Respect isn’t earned—it’s given within.
It starts in your heart, it shows on your skin.
So before seeking praise or chasing the crowd,
Honor the one who walks through each cloud.
Be good to yourself—your truest friend.
The one who’s with you, right to the end.
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