Look out

Look out..

For that innocent smile,

On a crowded bus

For those pants that still fit,

When you’re thirty plus

Look out..

For that sound of an ice-cream truck,

On a Sunday afternoon

For that shooting star

On a  dark sky with no moon

Look out

For the words

That need not be spoken

For the silence

That need not be broken

Look out

For those hands that hold you,

When you fall

For that bit of strength,

When you feel small

Look out

‘Cause what you see,

Might just not be it

And if you look beyond,

You might just be able to get it

Look out

For the hope

Behind every pain

For the sunshine

Behind every rain