Tonight I sit In one of Life's Dreariest spots: In one of Life's Parking lots. I watch The dirty, rusty, Crumpled hulks go by... And ask myself: Why, O God, why? Who are these Aimless, nameless Wanderers Who pass me by? What kith and kin To them am I? Are these my siblings dear, Who pass me silent O'er the arid pavement drear? How can she My sister be, Who speaks Such needless profanity? Is he my brother Who thunders past, Leaving tortured rubber? Oh God! How can I love This mass, This crowd I cannot understand; And who Make no move To fathom me? Their errands-- To them so important-- Do not interest me; My thoughts Concern them not. Yet, we All are One-- And You love us Equally. I wonder How it is To love like God; And not Upon your fellow's souls To trod?
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