Human

Maybe if I were a human,

I'd be invited to your parties.

I could use laughter as medicine,

Kill them with kindness.

But moles don't go to clubs on Main Street.

We hibernate and hide away

From the bitter cold

Which we're too weak to face.

Maybe if I were a human,

I'd see more of the world.

I'd write my own adventure series,

Have them published in a kids magazine.

About a mole who left his hole

And became a bit more like you.

So now, on chilly mornings,

I think back to my underground days,

As I board a train in to the big city.

Drinking cheap coffee with strangers,

And we discuss the likelihood of rain,

The overcast sky, Timmy's piano recital.

Now that I'm human,

I think I'll be just fine.