Here I sit through window glazing,
Watching the world flowing; blazing.
Each passerby is on their way to what they are to do today.
Each person has a mission and purpose,
To their movements; discretions; fuss.
Each as important as the other,
To a ‘God’ one’s not more loved than another.
Each person a soul; life; influence.
A cog in the clock of time; in a sense.
Each so important to this world of ours.
Treat each not as if they’re from Mars.
Treat as you yourself would like,
Each elder, adult, teen, and tike.
They are a piece of this world too,
So watch what, to others, you may do.
K. Aldaya, 2/23/04
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=17332719