Controlled by ego, driven by want,
dogged by desire, blinded by guile,
fail to see most of life’s attractions,
Unseen natures, beauty, charm, style,
fluffy clouds, setting sun, moon, and stars.
Unfelt is mans inhumanity, or selfishness,
like cry of a hungry child, a troubled land.
Sightless from avarice, and self reward,
ignoring most of Natures vast appeal.
Have no time to gaze, no time to stare,
no time to feel, magic of a silent prayer.
Blind; not accepting nature’s caring way,
07-04-2009
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-6/
