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
