Blindsided
Funny how you begin your day with a smile
Thinking the coming hours will grace your style
So you hurry to get to where you want to be
Carry out the mundane which keep you busy as a bee
No sooner you put those feet up to bask in sunny fields
Never dreaming that weeds have sprouted amongst seeds
Seeds planted in joy for simple pleasure and delight
Then you discover joy lays dead, blindsided by weeds out of sight
~*~
Note: In this instance, "weeds" are unexpected words. no ref. to anyone, please.
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
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