Classic Poem

Sometimes we go our way carefree;
— No trouble comes to mar
The routine of our lives, and we
— Forget there is a scar
Or wound in other lives, till pain
— Descends on someone near
To us, and then our hearts regain
— Lost kindliness; we hear
With understanding of the woes
— Of others — a rebirth
Comes, and we feel for all of those
— Who suffer here on earth.

Sometimes we go our way carefree;
— No trouble comes to mar
The routine of our lives, and we
— Forget there is a scar
Or wound in other lives, till pain
— Descends on someone near
To us, and then our hearts regain
— Lost kindliness; we hear
With understanding of the woes
— Of others — a rebirth
Comes, and we feel for all of those
— Who suffer here on earth.