Sunday, March 30, 2014

Oblivious to My Gratitude

These faceless masses 
With grim, determined drive
continue forward regardless
of the failing social hive.
Ignorance to truth of a
less than purposed life.
Stumbling onward blindly,
heedless of the strife.
Do they sense a bitter despair
or a hopeful horizon?
Do they even care
how I love my son
And daughter and wife?
My vision shapes my thought
to live slowly and softly,
grateful for what is taught.