Note to Self:

Saturday, January 17, 2015

A Very Brief Poem About Things...


There are so many things
So many little things
Everyday things
Things ignored or unnoticed
To be grateful for

1 comment:

workbike said...

I appear to have missed out on a lot of your posts. Not sure how that happened.

I suppose the problem with these little things is that corporations can't take a proffit from them, so they aren't considered important.

I hear birds singing for the first time in ages yesterday, which cheered me up no end...