BLUR
Sorry to say, I’m missing too much:
faces, conversations, the happenings
of my day - as I spin by the moments
of my life. I forget to look people
in the eye. Too much is a drive by.
Oh, at night I stop to see and think
about some of what I saw that day
and jot down some notes and tidbits
in a journal - but still too much is a blur.
and jot down some notes and tidbits
in a journal - but still too much is a blur.
Sorry …. Sorry …. But tomorrow will be
different - at least that’s my night
prayer - every night - after the
“Sorry …. Sorry …. Sorry ….” speech.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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