every day I walk
every day I see the same old things
stop signs
city buses
tall trees
but I never really take much time
to look at the smallest examples of joy
a flower peeking up at the sky
a kid playing with chalk on the sidewalk
the birth of new leaves
I should see all this and rejoice
but I don't
instead I move on my way
plodding and complaining
about the long road ahead
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