The difficulty of being good

Picking up litter from others' paths,

and dirtying my own hands,

mocked at for my naivete, I realize

the difficulty of being good.

The world is full of crooks they say,

and help is not without motive.

Laughed at for being selfless, I realize,

the difficulty of being good.

Crushing the competition ruthlessly,

the world is ruled by kings.

Sniggered at for being a joyful Joker, I realize,

the difficulty of being good.

But sometimes, I just feel happy,

content on seeing others smile.

Admired for bringing them joy, i realize,

the necessity of being good.