Balance those binoculars well
What do you see, let me gues
A dirty coastline, children making plenty of noise, dirt everywhere, muddy huts in a large circle, women washing clothes together in a stream? Men sited around arguing?
Wipe the lenses, look again
What do you see, is there any prodding at the back of your mind?
Do you feel an itch in your sub conscience, is it disgust, or does the sight you behold tug at your heartstrings?
I will tell you what I mean
The old is gold they say
What we have lost we can rarely get back
Today if you stop in any busy city center, you will see busy people moving like bees
At the slightest interruption, you get the sting
No one has time for anybody any more
All you hear and feel in the movements and see in their expressions is
Let’s go make some more money
Breathing is too costly
The gentle caress of the wind, and the touch of sun a forgotten luxury
If someone says hello, you wish them to hell
They are an unnecessary burden
Asking for help, you’re busy thinking well
I didn’t get here by begging,
Get away from me satan
So vintage or merely frayed thin?
I envy those who will notice the beauty in the ashes
Those that take time to smile at strangers,
Those that take time to lift their face to the sky
And praise God for his unending love
Those that take time to live life fully
Including all those around them as a blessing
Balance those lenses whether natural or artificial and look again
Tell me what do you see?