The Human
It doesn’t matter
A house, a car, a suit.
It doesn’t matter
It’s not what makes you you.
It doesn’t matter
More feet to walk in your halls
It doesn’t matter
Money clip, gold watch adorned
It doesn’t matter
If they’ve got more
It doesn’t matter
Just things, just things, galore.
Behind the eyes
Behind the smile
Do you look, do you see, perhaps just for a while.
Ignore the canvas, ignore the frame.
Look at the silence, look at the pain.
Observe the portrait with all it’s flaws.
See the human behind those strokes
‘cos that’s what matters.
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