Compati

Objects in the mirror  
are closer than they appear,  
but she is not an object.  
She's a person.  
Those are tears.
Objects do not weep.  
People fully feel,  
but both are used  
and both may break  
and both may never heal.  
Object lessons  
meant to raise up  
ordinary things,  
may blossom into lyrics  
of a unique song to sing.  
Tho, a song  
that isn't sung  
is lost.  
A lesson    
never learned  
is naught.  
A person  
never loved
will want -  
never feeling,  
never healing,  
only slowly disappearing  
from the world  
into thin air  
until the moment  
she's not there.
Have I compassion?
Do I care?
Do I recognize despair?
Will I come beside her,  
share?
 
Hurting people everywhere
whose lives seem like
a thoroughfare
cracked and crumbled  
under feet
of those who use them,
or abuse them,
disregard,
brush off,
refuse them.
Have we compassion?
Do we care?
Do we recognize despair?
Do we come beside and share -
share the pain,
ease the strain,
share umbrellas in the rain,
share our hope,
ease the wane?
Can we listen,
not chastise?
Share a meal,
give a ride?
Ease a burden,
see the person,
meet their eyes,
not turn away,
no dismissal,
not surmise,
simply love...
humanize?
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