He's the one
That kisses my fingers
From base to tip
As if nothing so fine has ever met his lips
He's the one
That holds me at night
While he snores in my ear
And it's the sweetest thing I'll ever hear
He's the one
That stays up late
Talking about his dreams
And it's enough to make me burst at the seams
He's the one
I'll spend every day with
And still find myself missing
All his loving and his kissing
He's the one
I'm going to marry
And we'll spend the rest of our lives
Giggling
Laughing
Loving
Holding
Dreaming
Sighing
Crying
And falling in love all over
He's the One

People everywhere.
People laughing; people sighing.
People talking; people silent.
Everyone occupied in their own lives, all in a hurry; where are they going?

Walking through the streets, I saw many things.
I saw people, faces worn and sad, going through the garbage for their meal; my heart broke.
I saw the elderly crossing the street, slowly, vulnerability written all over them, yet no one helped them, they were in too much of a hurry.
My heart was saddened.

I felt the bitter cold whip across my face, felt it against my bare arms and shivered.
I looked about and saw people huddled in the corners of buildings trying to shield their poorly clad bodies from the bite of the cold.
My gaze dropped to the coat in my hands and I felt both gratitude and sorrow.
Why was I blessed and they not?

It’s a city of plenty, yet there are so many without.
So many passed by, ignored, hungry, cold, homeless…
But everyone’s in a hurry, they all have places to be.
Could one sandwich, a coat, or a helping hand actually make a difference? How's anyone to know....they're all in such a hurry.

To be said with a sigh
Elongated, drawn out from the mouth,
Nothing to go in but only out.
Staggering and releasing
What a sign of uneasy
As one might wait on time,
My use of carbon dioxide.