Someone is weeping bitterly and pouring out their heart
Their demeanor reveals a sorrow that will not depart
Every ounce of their being is shaking from inside
What is it that you would do, when you meet them outside?
Do you stop by to console them. or think of them no more?
Will you offer to assist them, or continue to ignore?
How will you be handling: the sight of another's suffering?
Tell me, if you will, what consolation would you bring?
Many times we can be so wrapped up in our very busy day
That we can miss all the opportunities that are on the way
Have we tuned up our senses to be aware of another's need
Or developed a habit of guarding our time with selfish greed?