This is heartwrenchingly sad, Steven. We all want to be loved and understood but sometimes we feel as though both of those things shall elude us forever. That is not so and in order to be loved we must be open to it because love it a gift that we give to ourself. No other soul can do that for us.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2005
A Very Emotional poem. Very well related to.
The picture is a sight to behold.
Both picture and poem are excellent and powerful
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Tracey
jusrt read your review Absolutely true. Both of them!! 2nd one I really feel that one.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Too late for me apparently too late for me
...join the club...sigh
Vesna*
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Take care,
Sherry
The picture is a sight to behold.
Both picture and poem are excellent and powerful
Thanks
Tracey
jusrt read your review Absolutely true. Both of them!! 2nd one I really feel that one.