Of Things Missed

Written by: David Whalen

So many, the people With clear, cold command Of the language And fully utilized by them in daily discourse And yet know little, or not… Of the texture and design In the weave of the words, And Know, or suffer not... A whit or hint of remorse Of the richness of The pleasures inherent Tho’ obviously to most, not apparent In the daily, depths Of Deep discourse The wealth of treasure In daily words By most is simply, sadly, missed Yet by the majority not e’en noticed For most…ignorance is bliss