Is to no longer feel
The sun’s warmth on your cheek
Or the wind’s kiss on your neck
To be bored with life,
Is to ignore the complexities
Of the blossoming trees
And the dance of the butterfly.
To be bored with life,
Is to miss the smile
Of mad bag lady
And the phone calls of friends.
To be bored with life,
Is to dwell on yesterday
No longer believe in the now
And see no tomorrow.
To be bored with life,
Is to hope
That tomorrow the sun will rise
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