How can it be that we grow old
And watch our lives as they unfold
Yet never note how all this change
Has come about, I find it strange.
Our mind has eyes that do not see
Enslaved by greed we are not free
While hearts that love are left alone
To build foundations stone by stone.
Where is the joy in how we live,
Who owns the gift we do not give ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 