Eyes open and shut according to time…Like window shades across a pane;

We stand in our houses living our lives,

Wanting to share our name.

But what do we see when we look through the glass? On what do we base our thought?

Do our rules imprison us daily

Or do we open our mouth as we ought?

What would happen if we stepped in their “yard” and said “neighbor how may I help?”

The windows are definitely letting Sonlight in, making the sick well.

So When I open my eyes and see someone down in dumps, perhaps a bit of a grouch…

I will not shut my curtains and rest….

I will get up off my couch.