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.