Praise Buckets

When people are kind to me

It takes me by surprise

Because people do so often

Like to criticise

They like to gossip all the time

And to talk behind my back

They should say it to my face

But with a little care and tact

When people are nice to me

It brightens up my day

Tell me why are kind words

so difficult to say?

They like to pick and snarl and snap

Through Gritted teeth they smile

I wonder whatever happened to that extra mile

For everyone carries praise buckets

Imaginary buckets of praise

Filling them with positives

That people add over days

But it only takes one harsh word

That causes hurt and pain

Knocking my buckets, spilling the praise,

And I have to start again

Everyone must remember that...
Harsh words can deflate 

Kind words can motivate