Humanetics Highway

I saw a woman Carrying water on her head Thousands of people Without a home or bed ...but I passed in my jeep I saw a scraggly man Lying on the street And strange druggies I never want to meet ...so I passed in my taxi I saw a waitress With a bruise around her eye A car accident Where someone died ...but I passed with the others I saw a preacher pray And lie in the same day I saw wedding vows exchanged And that same marriage rearranged ...I stopped I saw people who didn't matter Become a part of who I am Every interaction Has informed growing man ...to build highways Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-02-2018 Note: The tireless, endless, seemingly meaningless work of our predecessors, has built the highways naturally, spiritually, and emotionally, that we enjoy everyday, without any recognition. When we look into the eyes of our tired elderly, may we always be in awe of what their sacrifice has made available to us.