Walking Blindly

Walking Blindly

Some folks walk through life blindly,

With their head lowered, never speaking kindly.

They keep to themselves in a silent manner,

Assuming that their world is all that matters.

Perhaps that’s true, to live life so centered,

But shouldn’t we allow others a chance enter?

For to share a dream, speak a word, do a deed,

Is like carrying a nap sack filled with seeds.

Into uncharted oceans of people, we sail,

To experience what we can, then to regale.

T’is better to have lived life to its fullest,

Than to have lived it experiencing only the dullest.

Many oppose the things that make us different,

Sending mixed signals comments inconsiderate.

Chastising and judging first one thing then the next,

Often leaving would-be friends pondering and perplexed.

For those who walk with their heads in the sand,

Have missed so much and lost the gift that was in their hand.

For the gift of life with all of its glory,

Is for those who will live it and tell its story.

Can they not see the wonder of it all,

From sunrise glitter to late sunset’s fall?

For to remain blind by choice, kept secluded away,

Is to ignore life’s differences, which makes us want to stay.

For Astrid