Observations

What I've seen,
where I can go,
what I can do,
it's more than you know.

I'm more observant than you realize,
I'm not just one of the guys.
I notice what you do,
whether it's bad or good.

I see more than most,
I'm as quiet as a ghost.
You may not know I'm near,
all of a sudden I'm there.

You look down at me,
all the more foolish of thee.
I can do a lot of damage,
gonna need more than a bandage.

But I try to heal,
to me it means a great deal.
Some call me wise,
and say I'm quite nice.

It may be a surprise,
but my veins are not full of ice.
I really do have feelings;
treat me fairly in our dealings.

I have quite a mind,
though some think it a crime.
I may not have wings,
but I can do lots of strange things.

It would help if you would listen;
might find a lot you were missing.
Inside me is a light.
I try to make everything bright.

But all my power
makes some people sour.
They try to me destroy;
take away my joy.

It may be a lot to expect,
but please treat me with respect.
I may not be made of gold,
but I'm human I'm told.

I'm not very bold,
but don't leave me in the cold.
I'm reaching out,
don't treat me like a lout.

I observe more than you know.
I learned how long ago.
Find out what I do.
May learn something new.

Morris Cox
May 3, 1998