House Across the Street

          On countless days I'd seen him
          In the sunshine and the rain
          Mowing his yard - going to work
          Or driving down his lane.

          Not once had I stopped to say hello
          Or give him the time of day
          The man who lived next door to me
          Whom I saw from day to day.

          I knew nothing of his family
          Vaguely aware he had a spouse
          He was only just a neighbor
          Who lived in the big white house.

          Perhaps, someday in the future
          I'd take the time to greet
          The man who shared the block with me
          In the house across the street.

          A couple of years had come and gone
          I kept thinking that I might
          Go over and say hello to him
          But the time was never right.

          It wasn't until tragedy struck
          That I even cared to meet
          The man who died so suddenly
          In the house across the street.

          I said a prayer for his family
          As I watched them drive away
          Wanting to bring them comfort
          But not knowing what to say.

          So let this be a lesson
          Please take the time to greet
          The ones who live next door to you
          In the house across the street.

~ Marilyn Ferguson ~
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[ Author: Marilyn Ferguson Copyright © 1993 -- submitted by: Marilyn Ferguson ]


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