Who Notices?

Who Notices? How many moments in the dayPass into a supposed oblivion?“Just another day,” they say. Another runny nose,Another cranky cry,Another, and another, and another. Cloudy horizons,Dreams caught off guardBy the mundane of reality, Where is the “anything”,They said I could be?No time in the day just for me. How many selfless moments,Written in timeless … Continue reading