Outlook

The soap-bubble toy vendor
standing down the street
I saw you as a child
the bubbles made me wild
awe and wonder, curiosity alive

I saw you as a teen
curiosity gently dwindled
I would think about surface tension
which would hold the bubble
and light which gave it colours

I see you as a man
the bubbles do not interest me
I think about your poverty
and wonder how you survive
anger at the system
shame at humanity

And then I hope to myself
Someday I would again be the child
and look at only the bubbles
oblivious to everything around
and would again be awed
by the beauty of all that surrounds!

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