There are people of this kind

The most unnoticeable one

You won’t hear them speaking loudly

They won’t push you in the crowd

They never stare at you offended

They only give you their hand

When you stumble on the knobby ground,

Or offer you a penny that is their last

To help you buying bread and milk

And if by mare accident

They just hear you mentioning …

They will take you to the Moon

Not because they are in love

Or  want to show that they are good

But because that’s their way

The nature of their hearts