The Good We Would Do

Every day brings the good we should do,
No need to look far afield;
Right at our feet are flowers to be culled,
Rich in the fragrance they yield.

Sometimes we gaze at a far off mirage,
To find the good we would do,
Spurning the work lying right at our door,
And fixing our eyes on the blue.

Then some fine soul, just living her life,
As the Lord intended she should,
Does the good work that we should have done,
And could have done well, if we would.