As I was walking on the road
I passed a man with a heavy load,

His load's no heavier than mine --
I'll help him out some other time,

As I was climbing up the stair
I passed one burdened down with care --

She's only seeking sympathy
Her hopeless look won't bother me,

As I was walking in the park
I passed a man in glasses dark,

His white cane helps him find his way,
I'll steer him right some other day,

Once I stumbled, heading home,
With none to help me, all alone,

I thought of all the ones I'd passed,
Feared each breath might be my last,

Then one, just passing, appeared to serve
My need far greater than I deserve.

by D. Edgar Murray