What’s already here

We only see what is already there
What grabs attention ,what we ought to fear
In our minds and hearts own  common ware

We see  the beauty or  what makes us scared
We see the  horror like it is right here
We mostly see what is already there

Men see woman and pick out the fair
Some will ever wink and send a leer
From their mind and heart’s own  common ware

But who can  see the gifted one  and care
Helping them develop in  their sphere
We  try to see just what’s already there

We suffer   till we feel a mute despair
There’s music  playing nobody can hear
With the mind and heart’s own well used ware

Who has hands and eyes well fit to steer
At autumnal turnings of these years?
We only see what we  ourselves put there
In our minds and hearts own  common ware