| Around us where we work and dwell Are many wonderous things That go unnoticed thru the years Like songs a bluejay sings We hurry past the greast joys As if they were not there And when we finally search for them We find life's a cupboard bare For if it's happiness we seek We must sow the seeds each day So that real joys will multiply And make for us a smoother way We must take heed of the little things They are the things that count Only from the little things Will big things start to sprout But how sad, alas, we never know Just how fortunate we are "Till we let the little things stray A little way, a little way to far. |
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| original poetry by Clara Seymour |
| "Joys Are The Little Things" |