Congested

People don't realize the joy of loving.
Not only does in make me sad
that people aren't loving
because that means that people are
deathfully unloved,
but because they don't realize
that giving love
is like giving a hug.
You get it all back.
So love.
I wish we would love;
love the trees and thank them
for giving us air to breathe;
love the children we pass on the street
and let them make us smile;
love putting a penny on the ground
on heads
just so someone else can have some good luck;
that's as easy as loving is,
as easy as putting a penny on the street.
Will you miss it?
No, but the smile is a scary thought,
that you could enjoy something that silly,
and miss the big WHAMBAM that will bring you happiness,
even though happiness is the most silent thing in the world.
Like freeway traffic during rush hour,
we are all to busy being frustrated
trying to get somewhere
that we can't let someone else in.
I stand still and watch,
and wish someone would stand still with me.