From Here To There Poem by norman hale

From here to there
The wheels go turning around
As weiry souls travel
Back and forth through this town

Some are just passing through
While others are here to stay
Some are too busy to stop
Yet others visit as they pass this way

To and fro they pass on by
Like souls traveling through life
So many struggle right a long
While others can barely strife

Some get along in old clunkers
And others travel in vehicles so new
But, when it comes time to help
The helpful ones come too few

some are in plain cars
While others are in fancy trucks
We have to sit and wonder
Is it destiny, or just plain luck

Either way we play the cards
That we are unfotunatly dealt
It all triggers our emotions
Some never shown, but always felt

Should you see a not so fortunate soul
For we never realy know, it's true
With just a flip of a coin
That soul could have well been you

So give a helping hand to those
That you may find in need
For just that one helping hand
Just could be planting loves seed

So help plant loves seeds
To anyone that you can
For we are all being judged
Always by God, not by man