Awareness is a precious stone –
The only one I’ve got.
It’s with me when I’m on my own
And also when I’m not.
It sparkles on the warmest day
And in the coldest night
And leads me down each narrow way
Like some sufficient light.
There was a time when I ignored
Its presence in my life,
And, consequently, I was gored
By time’s long-handled knife.
But now I give it what it’s due –
My heartfelt thanks my whole life through.
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