The sun rises <br />The gentle winds blow. <br />A bird sings <br />A dog barks <br />As a cat scampers across the street. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />The planes fly high <br />The cars racing on the expressway. <br />The steam from office buildings <br />The horns trucker's blow <br />As the day moves on. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />Food cooks for lunch <br />News on the TV <br />Neighbors wave to one another <br />No one says a word <br />Like have a nice day. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />A baby's cry <br />A mother is gone <br />A father who is absent <br />A family that is heart broken <br />No time for love to be shown. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />The evening sun sets <br />People scronging around. <br />Someone goes out for entertainment <br />While others yearn and pine <br />Yet are just left alone. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />Someone goes to bed <br />With their hearts at ease. <br />While others can't sleep <br />For responsibility runs rampant <br />Deep inside their heads. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />With a glimpse of hope <br />Situations compare the same <br />Everyones sees a problem. <br />Their tested pressures go unsaid <br />But reaches to overcome even the deepest threat. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />The disdainment of understanding. <br />The profanity of omission. <br />The devastation of neglect. <br />The destruction of relationships <br />And the separation of commitments. <br />I Listen. <br /> <br />The sun rises as the planes fly. <br />Food cooks as babies cry. <br />The sun again sets <br />And someone goes to bed <br />But with a glimpse of hope <br />I Listen.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-listen/
