SOME WRITE ABOUT MOUNTAINS AND PRAIRIES.
SOME WRITE OF PAIN AND DEATH.
SOME QUESTION THEIR EXISTENCE,
SOME MASTER THEIR WISDOM,
SOME SLEEP AND JUST WAIT,
NO LONGER AWARE- THAT LIFE BLOSSOMS
AND WANES.
AND ME I JUST SIT AND STARE...
AWARE OF THOUGHTS NOT QUITE MINE ALONE.
IT IS EASY TO GUESS AND LET LIFE PASS ME BY, TO SCARED TO RETREAT, TO WEARY TO BELONG.
A STAR BY ITSELF, NEW TO THE WORLD...LET'S STRIKE UP THE BAND!
Roseann,
ReplyDeleteYou are such a great person and don't ever forget it! I love everything that you share with me and i really do think alot about what you send me. It helps to talk to you too, I always feel better afterwards!!! The poem is nice and i can't wait to read your book. Love, Jean