Gazing

Gazing out the School Bus window, thinking, half asleep

I notice a man working, sweat pouring down his cheek.

I can't help but wonder what's running through his head,

Maybe its his little boy, so quiet and so meek.

At that very moment, his boy may still be in bed.

Dreaming wild dreams of candy, purple, orange, and red.

Or he could be thinking of his mother, the one he depends on,

For, if it were not for her, he surely would be dead.

And right at that moment, his mom could be watching the dawn.

Worrying about her husband, working hard, and constantly gone.

Hoping that he's always safe, and missing him so, too.

"I hope that he will be home soon," she said with a yawn.

All three of them were thinking about each other, and not one even knew.

But does this ever really happen? Is the sky blue?

Yes, answers both these questions, it happens to be true.

And, right at this very moment, just think who's thinking about you.

By: Andrew Gustin 1-13-98