Tell me

Tell me, if you've seen it all,

If you're old and wise.

Tell me, if you know what's best

And want to cut me down to size.


Have you looked up purely for the sake

One night when it was clear?

Did you decide to sit a bit?

Did you notice what was there?

Did you really see the stars?

The changing orbs above

Blind drivers in their cars?


Have you noticed when the cloud,

Drives in on a bitter wind

A lone star gazing, blinking out, huddled in it's fellow's shroud?

Can you see emotion riding on the breeze?

Can you sense the dangerous beauty of the winter freeze?

At the same time can you acknowledge

The simple complexity moulded to perfection

In every living thing?

Can you see beyond the case?

What shouldn't be there but

Is hidden behind each endless face.


Can you see the skill in the building of the city?

And see the same achievement in a child's art?

If you have opinions and defend them with such passion,

At the same time as not agreeing,

Can you still see greatness

In another something else?


If you do not Stereotype

If you have an open mind

If you don't discriminate by age or birth or colour

And can accept and question both

The same time together


There's more that I could say

But first earn my respect,

Though I never demanded yours.

I know I'm not the greatest

But I can see pretension

You earn my admiration,

I'll reach up for yours.


I'm afraid that you will never

Get respect from one who thinks

If you start by saying

"I know it all."

Because there's always more see.