Observer Poem by David Harris

As I walk across the world
I do not as a man,
but as an observer
of everything that lives
and walks across the land.
From the smallest to the largest
my eyes see them all,
their daily struggles
and unwanted pitfalls.
I see the joy and the sadness,
the love and the hate,
the sorrowing brows
as they await some sad fate.
I wish I had arms
big enough to hold them all
and give comfort to all that fall,
but I am just an observer
who can only write and share
all that my eyes see
and my heart wants to care for.

19 June 2014