Brett Morrison

Leave the Front Door Open

By Brett Morrison
Frances C. Richmond Middle School, Grade 7

When you walk down the street,
You probably don’t think about that
Shabby old man you walk by
Or maybe that young lady in the suit.
But,
You may not know what they are going through,
But even though that man seemed poor
He might just be happy.
And when that business lady seemed well of,
She might be unhappy and lonely.
You may choose not to listen to me,
But then you may.
The world is full of hidden secrets.
What lies beneath the golden shell may be rotten.
But what lies beneath a rotten shell may be golden,
And, you know it’s easier to get through a rotten shell.
You are in your own world,
And although you may ignore the most wonderful
People who may come into your life
Who knew?
When you think of it,
A little part of you dies when that man you walk by
Doesn’t say hello
Or maybe doesn’t even look at you.
You think, “Is he deaf? Maybe blind?”