August 20, 2008
By Shelby Smith, Mt. Enterprise, TX

Eyes perceive not faces as each his own may pass
All that is seen is a meaningless, colored mass

Indifference is a gift to all but one's own fate
All continue on without a glance to another's state

Attention given as judgement swelling with only contempt and haught
A comrade's shoes are looked upon with disdain and word not

No time to consider those with which life gives us contact
Never do we pursue the chances so perfectly intact

Only for our personal satisfaction and self gain
Dare we reach out and touch another life's lane

I stay secure in my solitude as I pass every face
I wonder what their story, but I stay in safety's place

Oh how the world would change to open the blind eye
If the heart differed and sought what walked daily by

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