Every day as I look around, the scenery constantly changing,
From the icy rain, howling winds to the bluest skies,
What is the one thing that keeps everyone going ?
What makes them all get up in the morning ?
Is it because we all have our own hopes and dreams,
Doing whatever we can to make them come true.
As every one walks around keeping to themselves,
Not that bothered with the people around them,
I wonder what they are thinking,?
If I am sat here thinking about the world,
Everyone in it and why we do the things we do,
What is running through their minds.
Sometimes if you stay in the same place for a while,
You start to see a pattern in the way people do things,
you get the business men and women rushing around,
The loving and caring mother and father,
The betrothed young couple, happily together,
And of course the relaxed, or stressed student.
It intrigues me, everyone is so busy concentrating,
On their lives, where they are going, who their meeting,
Just how many people stop and think for a second,
When you see the lost young child in the street,
The elderly person trying to cross the road,
Someone being attacked or mugged.
How many people can honestly say that they would
Take a second from their busy life to help someone,
Without even stopping to think of the consequences,
I would help someone in need, in trouble, anything,
Because what if that was you in that position ??
Someone close to you, wouldnt you want someone to help.
So where ever your going, coming from or are,
No matter how bad it gets, how devastating it feels,
The sun will always rise, tomorrow is a new day,
Dont ever let anyone tell you that you dont matter,
Because everything you do , say even think,
Makes a difference to everyone you meet.
great piece. oustanding. i thought i was weird because iv often taken time to think what makes people tick and why do they do the things they do . im glad someone thinks the same way i do,.
"...coming from or are..."
Nice turn of phrase - I'd help, probaby get mugged or beat up or killed, but I'd help - slc