The noise outside is silently growing
To fill the room with emptiness,
And the problems of the world
Ride through the air of time and
mind
To rest on the shoulders of each
and every man.
To take them seriously:
To make him
thoughtful,
To make him
concerned,
To make him
forlorn,
To make him
belong.
To take them lightly:
To make him
thoughtless,
To make him discerned,
To make him
cajoling,
To make him
trivial.
To be a man; to be a part
He must lend a hand; must give his
heart.
For he who is careless is nothing
but wrong,
And he who is thoughtless can never
belong.
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