Human Being. Not Human Doing

Lighting shatters through the glass

Appears a small child with a happy smile

It was too dark to walk past the road

To carry the child and ask him how

Is it rain or thunder that brings happiness?

The man slowly arrived at the first door

Maybe the kid is special, he concludes

Until he saw the kid is crippled

The men felt feverish. He gathered his heart shivers

Looked forward to climbing out of the window

But stood still and asked himself

Why happy people are not always perfect?