A Little Humanity Poem by Smoky Hoss

One longs for a little humanity
now and then, the kind found
in the old 5 & Dime store
at the soda fountain of long ago.
Small town Americana, with it's
small conversations and small appetites -
a few needs of a few friends, a little taste
of ice cream on summer's sweet eve.
The simple hungers of humanities precious purity;
the soul's thirst quenched and satisfied.
- Later the heart will again mingle
in the myriad madness of the wide world,
but always in it's deepest corners,
from it's strongest foundations,
the cry of longing shall linger eternally:
'a little humanity please'.