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The Soul Within
See the man sitting on the subway seat,
Poorly clothed and no shoes on his feet.
Have you seen the child with lice in her hair,
She can't help it, in her state of despair?
Who has watched the old one in the night,
As he walks the streets, in the moonlight bright?
A family is huddled near a tree, in their dismay,
The bankers have taken their fine home away.
The foreign man who tries to be understood,
He just wants some food and to sleep, if he could.
The young girl who hugs a baby in her small arms,
To protect and show caring, to keep it from harm.
The boy on the bus, seems shaky and so afraid,
He's running away from abuse, where he once played.
The grandmother who sits knitting without any care,
Despite of her cancer, her fine shawl she will share.
Each is a collection of their life's good, and the bad,
Hidden in those faces, both the happy and the sad.
The same loving spirit in us abides deep down inside,
Though in most not so obvious, and few to confide.
Beneath, resides the preciousness of all human caring,
The skin reveals nothing, of our love to be sharing.
We should see what's inside, not the outside to reveal,
A person's best actions in their goodness, we shall feel.
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