A poem written by me.
There are two types of people.
The type of person who cares,
And those who pretend that they do.
I notice those who care.
I notice the little things people say.
I notice the little things people do.
I notice the little things that help the big picture stand out.
And I notice the little things people don’t do.
I notice how if somebody is sad or upset
the person who pretends to care,
will ask what is wrong.
Whereas the person who cares
will give the upset person a hug, with no words.
Those are the best hugs.
I notice the people who cheer for the underdog,
Rather than cheer against them.
I notice the pop of color in a painting,
Rather than just the image of the painting
I notice the little things that people don’t notice.
The things that make the bigger things even greater.
I notice even the smallest things,
Whether it be a simple smile or a wave to a person passing by.
I notice how it can make somebody’s day a lot better,
Because their existence is acknowledged by somebody else.
I notice all these things.