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Did We Notice

        Emily: Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?
                                   – every, every minute?
      Stage Manager: No. The saints and poets, maybe they do some...
              ~Quotes from the play Our Town, by Thornton Wilder~
 
          
                                      
                                      Moments passed
                                 
                                     The cameras flashed

                         Photographed moments, I've amassed.
                               
                           Now in my album pages stashed.


                    I've the photos in a book, I see them now,

                                        A shadowed look

                               A thousand years ago it seems,

                            We spoke of life and future dreams

                           Lulled by the notes of speakers blast

                                Tunes of a present flying fast

                                     
                             Did I see you? Did I notice?
                                       
                           You, sinking like a precious Lotus
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                            Always in hope, our song's refrain

                         Throughout life's ills, you rose again


                          Now, turning every album page 

                          deeper I look, a precious ponder, 

                            You had ever been my sage

                         You're now past this earthly wander

                        Flown beyond this sphere and stage

                                   
               Had I really noticed you, and did you notice me?    

                           The moments fled too quickly,

                                      Into eternity.
                                  

                    Moments passed, the cameras flashed

                  Of photographed moments, I've amassed.
                               
                                  Now in aging albums 

                             On shelves of walnut stashed.



              Oh life, you are too wonderful, and earth, so beautiful.

             And, time, you are deceitful, dead moments, sorrowful!

                 Years are passing quickly into long eternity.

            The faces near and dear to us, oh, do we really see? 
       
        
            Each day a precious closing gift, like petals of the lotus

      How many smiles came our way, please tell me, did we notice? 
           
          
                  

                  
             

                       
                                   

Copyright © Bj Legros Kelley

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