Perception
In
the sunrise of our lives, all is fresh and new.
While
in the sunset all we see is barren, it is true.
Things
are changed from what they were before?
Can
they be so different? Is this what we have in store?
I see
this happen so often, in the faces all around
Things
once new and beautiful have fallen to the ground
But
when I look, I don’t see, the things they tell me to
They’re
still there to catch my eye what am I to do
I try
to show them what it is, that I see standing there
Try
to help them understand, they just don’t seem to care
So
while they bask in their world of gloom
I’ve
a sunset to catch. Move over, make some room!
Hak
20
Oct 2001
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