Faith In The Common Man
I’m just a wayfaring stranger in this land.
I’m traveling along to see what I can.
I love all the beautiful sights to see.
All the people so happy and free.
There is lots of interesting things to do.
There is a lot of different foods to chew.
There are different languages to hear.
There are lots of new flavors of beer.
Riding a bike through all the cities.
I get a feeling that makes me giddy.
Riding through the country side.
I smell all the flowers as I ride.
People are friendly and very helpful.
Inviting me to dinner, my heart melts so.
They even say I can spend the night.
Their generosity is out of sight.
I never experienced this in my own country.
Though, people overall, were less funky.
They were more friendly than I expected.
Seldom was I totally neglected.
But, they didn’t open their homes to me.
There was a certain amount of distrust, you see.
But, things are different here in the land of the free.
Things are not the way they used to be.
That is another story in itself.
I don’t want to hit below the belt.
Everywhere else on my trip abroad.
People were very friendly. Is that odd?
I didn’t go to places where Americans were unwelcome.
I am sure it would be different. Friendliness being seldom.
Overall tough, my faith is in the common person.
I hope that relationship never worsens.
There is still love and kindness in people’s hearts.
Just like there was from the very start.
May mankind come together as one.
Make this a better world for everyone.
———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015