Glittering Prize

We care about the big things,
Over which we have no control,
The famine, the flood, the state of the world,
The vision of how it could be,
Whilst the little things that lie just under our feet,
Get squashed by our clod-hopping boots,
The little screams that we don't hear,
The pained expressions we no longer see,
That which we sacrifice for a stab at fame,
In our stampede for the glittering prize.

We care about the big things,
For these are worthy of our name,
The job, the car, the next pretty house,
The vision of how it could be,
Whilst the little people that lie just at our feet,
Get squashed by our clod-hopping boots,
The little screams that we don't hear,
The pained expressions we don't see,
Those who we sacrifice for a stab at fame,
In our stampede for the glittering prize.

Remember then the little things,
Brought each day unto you,
The glance, the pause, the touching hand,
The vision of how it could be,
Gather the children that lie at your feet,
Lift them to your gaze,
Hear and see what you love as your own,
Linger in the awareness of now,
Mend then the detailed stitching of our emotional lives,
Heal the leaking spirit of our daily grind,
For those who sacrifice for a moment of love,
Render the world as a glittering prize.

(Named after the Simple Minds song of the same name! An ode to the little things and the little people. It is an old, old message which I know we've all heard before. Maybe if we keep saying it over and over again, it will seep into a change in our behaviour. Until the next advert, the next newspaper article, the next disapproving glance.....what iron will it takes to live for the little things!)