Who are you
To the worm that slides along the sidewalk;
Amber rays that scorch
The flesh of hard work.

When stepping, are you careful
Not to crush;
Those who bury their heads deep
In the problems of others?

Careless is the man
Who worries not for the bottom;
For any man who sees himself as the top
Surely isn’t.

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