Lessen The Load We Bare

You get on a train and search for a seat,

To take the pain away from your feet,

You couldn’t care less about whoever you nudge,

You find your rest and then begin to judge,

He’s a slob, they’re mad, he’s a bum, she drinks,

Shes a snob, he’s fat, they’re scum, he stinks,

But what if you stopped for a second and you saw them true,

That they’re not what you wreckoned, maybes no different than you,

Then take to rise and offer your place to someone in need,

Regardless of their size, class, age, race or creed,

Then when you eventually get home and at last you can relax in your chair,

The pain in your feet will soon go but never will the fact that you care.