Some people in life deserve a big hand.

In a world of sitters they faithfully stand.

If words were a band I’d sing them a tune

Lifting them skywards - my verbs their balloon.

Crooning with ink I’m voicing my awe.

I think giving tribute should be made a law.

I saw a young man just yesterday,

Leaving a store he hurried away.

Paying attention better than I

He noticed a lady standing nearby.

She had been trying to load up her car,

But one bag was heavy and here came a star.

He didn’t go far out of his way.

He just asked the lady, “Are you okay?”

They stood for a moment exchanging a grin

Then he hoisted her bag and she guided it in.

If I had a pin or some kind of plaque

It would have been his with a pat on the back.

So to pack it all in and finish this rhyme…