I see a rise of feeling,
That because this person is not me,
Because this person is not my family,
They do not count,
They are not there.
The cares that are carried so painfully on shoulders not wide enough,
Are they not our cares as well?
Somewhere tonight a human whose life is harsher than my own goes to sleep in danger.
Such thoughts as these we should strive to own.
If we can not give money,
If we can not give things,
Because we too are struggling in this world that has no give,
Then rushing out with our time,
Handfuls, spadefuls and buckets filled to the brim with time and care
Should pass from our hands
Into those that need such things.