A five-year-old came walking on the bus
And as she passed me started to say Hi,
But I’d dark glasses on and she was fussed.
Immediately i took them off, looked eye to eye,
And she did smile into a laughter gay and true.
Her mom, behind, said, “That was nice of you,”
And my response, “I knew it right away.
A child sincere likes nothing in the way
Of all she’d like to see. I’m glad ’twas me.”
And so the bus rolled on most merrily.
Oh, simple ’tis to act so thoughtful, kind,
When you are sure of self and not play blind.
“The world’s a stage,” said Shakespeare. He was right.
When comes the time to act, turn on your light.

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