What do you do?

Not your job, not your title,

Not the daily grind

But what do you do

When you see the sunrise

Do you stop and marvel

At such beauty

What do you do

When you see someone hurting

Do you stop and ask

If you can ease their pain

Do you taste your food

Or merely chew and swallow

Do you plod or dance

Speak or sing

Cry or laugh

Do you see the world

With the eyes of a child

Where everything is new

What do you do?

 

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