A few minutes earlier,
A pain shot through
Memories unwanted
Feelings, old and new
Riding back
An old man on the road
Stops and picks up a pup
Maybe it was gesture of the old
But it touched a chord
Made me think
Of all the things we miss
Caught up in our problems
Thinking of things amiss
The beauty of a full moon
The smell of wet earth after the first rain
An infant smiling that toothy smile
A gesture of a stranger with nothing to gain
You may curse the selfishness or the evil in the world
But the truth remains
If you want to see it
It is a wonderful world.
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