David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Rhyme

Of Things Missed

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

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