Spare a moment for those whom change leaves behind. The ones with pretty backpacks that have pony tails. The ones who have to cry. Spare a thought for those wh

Spare a moment for those whom change leaves behind. The ones with pretty backpacks that have pony tails. The ones who have to cry. Spare a thought for those whom numbers don’t define. The ones who draw strength from stories of humpback whales. The ones who hear the redwoods’ cry. Spare a feeling for those whom see through the self-congratulatory lies. The ones who know that the X in UX is a haphazard lie. The ones who know that sometimes even numbers can cry. Spare a tiny piece of your heart before the day you too get left behind and become undefined while feeling you’re seeing through the lies.