Bound by time, we juggle and race,
Caught between hustles in a sensitive space.
Stopping at groceries, assembling the trees,
Draping the lights with a holiday breeze.

We see all things lovely, glitter, and beautiful,
Yet miss the stories left untold.
The stranded soul, the silent plea,
A hug, a smile—what might they be?

The time is brief, the rush is real,
But lives are precious, hearts can heal.
Run your errands, indulge the cheer,
But let your gaze be soft, sincere.

For every fleeting hour today,
Someone’s hope might drift your way.
Pause, and care—extend your hand,
A simple act can light us up.

©️Rissih