Poetry: When I becomes we

When “ I” becomes “we”

when “they” becomes “us”

when “those” people become “my” people

when the person in the street with a Styrofoam cup becomes my brother or sister

when every hungry child becomes my child

then I will cry more and laugh more and love more

then I will awaken to the world with clear eyes and an open heart and say:

good morning. What can I do for you today?

Dan Gottlieb

4 Comments on Poetry: When I becomes we

  1. So enjoyed your words of wisdom today at Medford Leas. Especially liked your concluding poem.
    Thank you.
    All the best,
    Carol

  2. I love it. Keep these poems coming!

  3. I enjoy reading an article that can make men and women think.
    Also, many thanks for allowing me to comment!

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