Some people in life deserve a big hand.
In a world of sitters they faithfully stand.
If words were a band I’d sing them a tune
Lifting them high with my verbs their balloon.
Crooning with ink I’m voicing my awe.
I think giving tribute should be made a law.
I saw a young man just yesterday.
He walked from a store and hurried away.
Paying attention better than I,
He noticed a lady was standing nearby.
She had been trying to load up her car,
But one bag was heavy and here came a star.
He didn’t go far, not far from of his way.
He just asked the lady, “Are you okay?”
They stood for a moment exchanging a grin,
Then he hoisted her bag and she guided it in.
If I had a pin or some kind of plaque
It would have been his with a pat on the back.
So to pack it all in and finish this rhyme—
I’m thankful for people like that all the time.
The world only becomes a better place to live when people make it that way.