Someone who never sees <br />The beauty of a soft driven snow. <br />Nor understands the rain <br />When it patters on the roof <br />Or trickles slowly down <br />A simple window pane. <br />Is It Someone Or Somebody? <br /> <br />Someone who never hears <br />The verbal expressions <br />Through a tender baby's cry. <br />Who never feels the pain <br />Of even a single tear <br />Falling from anothers eye. <br />Is It Someone Or Somebody? <br /> <br />Someone who doesn't listen <br />But later expresses your thoughts <br />As advice given from themselves. <br />But never accepts the feeelings <br />Of one pouring their heart out <br />And delights in their own doubt? <br />Is It Someone Or Somebody? <br /> <br />Someone who never feels <br />True love from anothers soul. <br />Nor gives voluntarily their heart <br />Or feels the sincerity <br />Of life in abundance <br />Nor reaches out to console. <br />Is It Someone Or Somebody? <br /> <br />Someone who never thinks to give <br />Or lend a helping hand. <br />Believing just their presence <br />Deserves an ovational stand <br />And that respect should quickly bow <br />To this silent entrance demand. <br />Is It Someone Or Somebody?<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-someone-or-somebody/
