If
There are so many, we just walk on by. But no matter how often we walk by them, they are still there.
If you see me and I don’t respond
love me
I’m there.
If you greet me and I don’t reply
love me
I care.
If you find me sad and laconic
love me
I’m still there.
If you find me blank and bare
love me
I care.
Too often we react how we want to
to what we see
but always there is more underneath unseen.
Love does not seek its own kind.
Love lives both in front and behind.
David - hanging out early morning with the homeless - North Las Vegas.
Hello in There
Song by John Prine
We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own, left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
What could I say if he asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello.