You are sun through a summer window.
You are dew on the morning grass.
You are all you've done and seen and thought.
You are the sum of all your parts.
You are the child that a parent whirled.
You gently touched your lover's skin.
You are hurrying footsteps on the street.
Your child once beamed when you came in.
You are every stranger I pass by.
You are the one I don't give time.
You are human just like me.
Your mind a universe like mine.
We pass each other, we fail to see.
That I'm like you and you're like me.
If we saw each stranger like ourselves.
How better a place would our world be?
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
