Sometimes
when the seasons change
and time runs away
do you sit and wonder
what you've missed along the way?
Every second
Every minute of every hour
should mean the world
for you will never get it back again
Sometimes when I watch the people all around
Scurrying like ants to get to the next place
Frowns decorating faces
Vile tongues and unattractive scowls
And I wonder if I seem that way
On days when I too don't notice
The bright blue sky and fluffy clouds
Or the way the sun feels good upon my face
Sometimes I think we think too much
We lose our way
And we lose touch
With the little things that life's about
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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