Today at work I almost ran into a lady
And as she passed me by
I said “Oh excuse me, please, I am so sorry
I did not see you there, was my reply

She said to me
Please excuse me too
I had my head on my phone
And I was not watching for you

We were very polite to each other
This perfect stranger and I
Then we went on about our way
after we said goodbye

Later, that day
While I was cooking dinner that evening
My son came and stood next to me quietly
He was waiting for my attention

And as I turn to strain the spaghetti in the sink
I nearly knocked him down
“You are in the way son’
I said harshly with a frown

He then bends his head and walks away
Silently with his little heartbroken
I did not realize at that moment
How harshly to him I had spoken

He went and sat on the sofa
I give him dinner and he put on the TV
And he pretends like my words did not bother him
But on his face, the hurt was clear to see

And later that night, when he was sound asleep
I went into his room and turned down the lights
And I sat on his bed
And I think of what I said to him

Today when I was talking to a perfect stranger
I was very courteous and kind
But I was very harsh when talking to my son
And the thought of it never really crosses my mind

Then I went down to the kitchen
And saw his bike right...