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Pay Attention

When a new day does start, My pen to the paper listens, with a poets heart. Hey you reading this lend me your eyes and ears. Don't be foolish the emptiness you feel is only fear. Why is it that I don't pay attention to what's right in front of me. So stubborn to admit that somethings in life I cannot see. I use to see the signs and red flags but I ignored them all the time. Thinking that I can handle the situations on my own, I was that blind! But I knew what would will happen if I continued on that path, Soon I knew that my decisions would be my own demise, and I wouldn't last. Sometimes it's impossible to understand this life. We must stop and pay attention to the little things, not the strife. Heavenly Father I admit that you tried to teach me, Until it seemed pointless. Repeatdly you tried to teach me ; But I would not listen. You tried to tell me, But I wouldn't pay attention.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/6/2012 11:11:00 AM
Nice poem, Jeffrey - and, to prove I was indeed paying attention - I have a few suggestions for you. Maybe end line 5 with a "?". Line 7 "use" should be "used". Line 9, select either "would" or "will" and delete the other. I know these are "little things" and I dare not pretend to be the "Heavenly Father" - just thought I would pass along these observations in keeping with the theme of your beautiful poem. Keep putting your "pen to the paper". Joe
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