We See, And Yet We Miss We see, and yet we miss, as we Trudge onward, doing things we do, The glories of a grocery store Through eyes no longer New To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant