Squeegee the mist from my eyes
The tears that blur my vision
For life doesn’t follow the path of perfection
The haze of dreams that create expectation
Built a picture of exactly how it should be
Instead of living what I’m being given
Seeing the beauty in the days before me
Being a stickler for the details out of place
Missing everything that is so right
Debbie Gravett © 2020.04.26
RDP: Stickler
FOWC: Squeegee
Image by Tess Pixy256 from Pixabay
Debbie Gravett 
Thanks for participating. Your last two lines carry a lot of meaning. A person can get into seeing the fine flaws and miss the big picture. 🙂
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Thanks for providing the opportunity to share.
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