Awareness February 26, 2024 In the quiet, I wait for the perfect rhyme,As time slips by, unnoticed, in its climb.Hoping for your glance, a moment to see,But you’ve departed, and I’m left to be.Awareness, a gift, so natural and true,Yet ignorance prevailed, leaving me blue.Be yourself always, strive until you find,In every moment, your peace of mind. 5