The sorrowing sparrow matters not
To busy passersby;
The sorrowing sparrow
Falls to the ground,
And not a one takes note.
But the child on his way,
Busy about his simple play…
The child stops to see,
Lathering concern for this frailty.
The worthless bird noted;
In childish play, 
Compassion and gentleness shown.

Oh, for the dawn of a different day
When grown would see as the young;
When the worthless sparrow would become
Of value to the busy passersby!

A.D.W.

March 2008