How many times do we
take the same journey,
but never see anything there?
The fatigued properties
lying in neglect,
the gracious gardens
tended regularly every day.
How many of these things
do we see as we pass that way?
Our minds are on the journey,
ignoring everything we pass.
Sadly we ignore the things
we should really gaze upon,
before our years pass
and they are all gone.
Occasionally we should stop,
take in the beauty that surrounds us
before the years and decay
take it all away.
25 May 2013
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