People are not pastimes,

Hobbies to pursue in the evening

When the sun has set

And your busy day has closed.

People are not playthings,

To poke and prod for enjoyment,

To dazzle your bored mind

Or perform for your pleasure.

People are not conveniences,

To be picked up at moment’s notice,

Dropped when things get difficult,

And neatly tucked away till later.

People are people…

Full of light and soul,

Of majesty and grace,

Of potential without measure.

Treat them this way

And watch them grow.