How many pass without notice
as if chained in black caves
away from ordinary light
dressed in the shadows
of where we’ve been, shades
of time filtered into the present,
the parade of memories
and forgotten faces begging
a name—how many pass
us by?
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And how many do we pass by, go around, not see, in the frenzy of our lives today.
Sit and smell the flowers, check out the dew drops, watch the animals (or other people) we are all animals anyway.
Take time to say hello, I like your shirt, a smile goes a long way. Wish I could take my own advice. I would probably feel better about myself and others if I would.
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