Or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Just call to say "Hi"?
It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away...
Hear the music before the song is over.
But while we are here we might as well dance!"