In the warm and sunny outlook,
glowing and radiant faces are only where you look.
The meek, insecure somewhere in the crowd,
are not acknowledged as the ones who stand out.
They are the ones you run into, time and again,
unaware of their presence, you continue on your path.
Leaving them scrambling on the floor for their pen, pencils, and paperback.
As they saw you advancing towards them,
they hoped that you remember your little encounter some time back,
but when you belittled their presence after you ran into them,
the poor little souls only had sorry to say,
and recoiled back into their shell as they saw you walk away.