Approaching your stop along the way,
How do you act; what do you say?
Have you rushed ahead or let others pass,
Respecting all no matter their class?
That erroneous comment you overheard;
Did you tolerate it without a word?
Or was there a need to criticize,
Demonstrating to others that you are wise?
Will this journey be influenced by you;
Or are you just along to enjoy the view?
If there is conflict or a need to change,
Will you risk entering the fray to rearrange?
As your stop nears, what is your concern;
Fortunes of others or your own turn?
When your stop does arrive, will there be real pride
That it was, indeed, worth this all-too-short ride?
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