HUMANETICS HIGHWAY

I saw a woman
Carrying water on her head
Thousands of people
Without a home or bed
...but I passed in my jeep

I saw a scraggly man
Lying on the street
And strange druggies
I never want to meet
...so I passed in my taxi

I saw a waitress
With a bruise around her eye
A car accident 
Where someone died
...but I passed with the others

I saw a preacher pray
And lie in the same day
I saw wedding vows exchanged
And that same marriage rearranged
...I stopped

I saw people who didn't matter
Become a part of who I am
Every interaction
Has informed growing man
...to build highways

Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-02-2018

Note: The tireless, endless, seemingly meaningless work of  our predecessors, has built the highways naturally, spiritually, and emotionally, that we enjoy everyday, without any recognition. When we look into the eyes of our tired elderly, may we always be in awe of what their sacrifice has made available to us.