One Does
Does anyone know of the pain,
the comfort of walking in the rain,
of distortions of all that is past,
how long the future will last?
Does anyone care for the person,
the beauty of the setting sun,
of wars of all mankind,
how long peace will take to find?
Does anyone feel for the people around,
the feel of the earth on the ground,
of trees in autumn or winter-time,
how much coldness is a crime?
Does anyone wonder about fear,
the warmth of a well earned tear,
of people we do not yet know,
how many will be friend or foe?
Does anyone?
One does..
I know.