BEING HUMAN
 

The rivers, lakes and streams,
and the oceans so wide,
can't keep a human,
from reaching the other side.

The mountains, canyons and hills,
the wonders of the earth,
can't match that of a human,
who can actually plan a birth.

Being human is a special treat,
I wonder if we are aware,
to be able to fly in a plane,
human minds put us there.

Being human means to read and write,
to ability to create and reason,
to be able to move somewhere,
if you don't like any season.

Being human means we can plant and grow,
we can build and invent,
we can live on the 20th floor,
or, on the ground in a tent.

Whenever you are feeling alone,
or you are shy and afraid,
look at the life around you,
what other humans have made.

You should feel, quite alive and thrilled,
and what humans have made,
you have a roof over your head,
and you work and get paid.

We are able to think and plan,
we can work for our goals,
we can alter our path,
we can vote at the polls.

Being human may seem a silly thing,
in a universe so vast,
but we ought to utilize our time,
in a life that passes quite fast.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
June 27, 2001