Early Morning and Late Evening (Poem)

and the people that walk beside the tracks

in the colder hours of these cold days

shoulders bent against the harsh wind

hands tucked into pockets

coats thin against the bitter chill

these the often unseen

the rest of us do not take notice

ordinary lives rest on the lives of others

not lightly but with crushing weight

do we be less heavy a burden

do we even begin to see them

do we recognize we are them

what happens when someone shrugs

and we all come crashing down