FROM WHERE I SIT
Ahead in front of me I gaze at a sight,
Of a world of wonders, not always fright.
I see the good that has been upon us blessed,
Maybe taken for granted by all at one time.
Seeing at times like a soul with no eyes,
Listen again with my ears, to hear what’s around.
Opening my mind to now focus on what’s to see,
Much love around me there is to be.
Too understand all that’s been good,
And put away in the distance any bad as I should.
Things that are from where I sit.