Everyday at dawn I wake
Everyday I am by the roadside
On my four I move like a snail
Everyday like many others
Although we are few
Only a fraction of the population
Meet daily on the sidewalk
Keenly watch each passerby but hardly
Notice in turn


We know everything about everybody
Yet nobody knows anything about us
We hear all and listen
Nobody listen or hear us
They are always in a hurry and
Looking straight on
Look not on their shoulders
But, when they do, there is someone
Like them or higher than they

They go together or hail
Some time they scamper for dear life
Another thing, they respect is the rain and the sunshine
Few of them who cares or for sympathy sake
Stops and drop a mite
Others a fragment from their mouth
Whenever you do, do it from the heart.