You would hear tears
Falling to the cold pavement
Of city streets:
�If I had known��
�If only we��
And, �Why me!?�
Is that an earthquake?
No, the smile of one
Tugs happiness into a million spirits.
Wings are grown,
Small at first, but they grow!
They grow into the mighty wings of eagles:
Majestically lifting those whose tears
Are dried by the powerful wind
From the wings,
That, deep down, we all possess,
Locked in a cavern of gold,
Guarded by evils
That only we can defeat,
Because only we can create them.
But kindness as simple as a smile
Takes back what we often forget.
It�s more valuable
Than the gold that encases it.
When the cavern is found
We can excavate the gold,
But we keep the wings,
Ever flying,
Always picking us up
When we fall,
And dry all of our tears.
***[Note from the author] This was written on September 8, 2001, three days before the Twin Towers in New York fell. It is now�after the fact�my wish that this advice be forever heeded. Let�s enjoy what time we have left, no matter how much time there is. Let us come out of this tragic experience wiser, and unified as a nation. Only through unity and love can we make it through this terrible ordeal, and whatever lies in the future. We are citizens of the UNITED States of America. We must live up to that name.***