The Road ahead and the road behind

The Road ever goes on an on,
right from the door it starts
and leads to other roads.
And I with weary feet,
tread upon these roads,
footprints that I follow,
footprints that I left behind.
Fellow travelers that I met,
One dearer than the next,
but must always part
when the road divides.
And wither then? I do not know.

A better world

If we smile a little more than we usually do,
If we wave as we say goodbye a little vigorously
If we sing a little loudly
I believe the world would be a better place.

A little smile as we pass by, someone hopeful,
brightens every passing soul.
A little word of comfort makes the burden lighter.
A little voice to the music, makes the heart fonder.
A little familiar touch makes life worth living.

This is not to be a regular poem, for it is not to be. As we come across everyday, people, unnoticed, unfelt or unheard... makes me wonder about life's small things. When I see a little smile on a stranger's face, it makes me want to smile too. Smiles are contagious. And so is singing. If I hear someone humming a song, I feel like joining the tune.
The world would be a better place to live, if we are not too miser with our smiles and words and touches. If we are little less selfish, maybe the world will be a little less wretched.