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If You Just Look Hard Enough

If we stare straight ahead with blinders on
Minding our own business until they’re gone,
We’ll miss them. Those moments, everyday life,
The man who cooks dinner nightly for his wife:
Does she need Prince Charming or this Prince Real?
The friends whose hugs show they know how we feel.
The moment of warmth in a child’s first smile.
And watching the Special O extra mile.
‘Humanity Sucks!’ – no, newspapers lie.
‘An old ladies’ purse returned’ we won’t buy -
They give us war, not love, and hate, not hugs
Trick us to thinking the world’s made of thugs.
Don’t buy it, I beg, the fear that they sell,
Look for a moment and see where it’s swell.
The strength that they find, those who are knocked down:
Shoulders broad, standing tall without a frown.
See the joyous meetings, the true embrace.
The smiles hidden on a father’s face.
Shoulder to shoulder, friends standing true;
No cheating, no lying, no hulabaloo.
Plain simple humanity goes on,
Knowing and watching from where it has gone.

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