Alone he walked up the downward slope,
while steel and rubber passed him by.
Not that good american steel either,
but more of the foreign japanese/german kind.
What makes me different from this man I thought.
Why am I afforded the luxury of air conditioning and not he?
Are there certain choices we make?
Is it a personal decision he had already made?
Often I think that no one else pays close attention.
To the sky the birds or any simple pleasure.
I guess that’s why I noticed him today,
and asked myself why am I so blessed?
