Blunder
Most folks,
Blunder thru life,
Without looking around to see,
The beauty that surrounds them.
Most folks,
Finish their life,
Without looking back to see,
The beauty they stepped over.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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