Social Poetry

I see the Eleanor Rigbys and Gilbert Grapes everywhere I go, The people who forgot long ago to See beauty in people laughing, sunflowers shooting up Out of the ground. There are people who have never heard a canary Out there. (If I didn't read or write I wouldn't even know About canaries) I'm dark and stormy but not like the drink I want people not to get drunk but to think About themselves and their place in the universe like they matter Because everyone matters I need to sing in the dark, The peace and quiet of a piece of paper To remind the old man staring after the ice cream truck That just because he's not buying anything doesn't mean he's left out. I want the widow at the buffet to know That just because the cantaloupe is dry and the Jello is lumpy Doesn't mean there's no sweetness left