Hope

Old man spilled his bag in front of the store;
people walk right on past, minds set to *ignore*

Young kids still unprogrammed, faultless, still free;
dash forward to help him as quick as they see

With nary a worry of what might be perceived,
they helped him simply because they saw a need

With angelic smiles they offer their help and their care;
unknowing that kindness has become a commodity rare

The old man must have recalled a more gentler past
and repaid them with a smile from a face newly recast.

The old man knew who we were, and all of the ‘this and that,’
but with an odd look, he gave me a smile too and a tip of his hat

Even with all the misunderstandings and stutters and starts,
there is hope for this world, while children still have pure hearts.