Desiderata, Is It Needed






Desiderata, Is It Needed       
There are days 
you walk around dazed
and you're not very friendly.
Minutes, even hours, 
find you lost and I know 
my presence confounds you.
That's when you start talking
in whispers. It's your way 
of asserting the strands 
of silver on your head,
your Lord of the Flies dance 
around my campfire.
Don’t let it blind you. Virtues 
abound in everyday heroes.

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