I am here for all to see,
for those that come hither or hence those to be,
I am here for the day,
I am here on the morrow,
gazing and pondering all happiness and sorrow.
Though not a look I received,
nor glance,
nor stare,
All strolled on by, not one them aware.
However one thing I have learned I know it to be right,
more so than not, people lack sight.
For not a single soul saw, nor did they did they try,
thus ignoring the birds song,
and the deep blue sky.
Tis a hustle and a bustle....along there NOT so merry way.
The magic ignored tomorrow,
disappreard yesterday.
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