The more I know the less I know: I know A secret which nobody else can share I understand myself and poetry That it is always better here than there And thank God for the promise of this day The rest remains a mystery to me So I just keep to myself as I go On my softspoken solitary way
Eyes open mouth shut keeping my head down Listening to what other people say Avoiding the fool sidestepping the clown Waiting for the blowhard to blow away
I walk through crowded streets alone and see That in the end I am my only friend A secret which nobody else can share With nothing left except to simply be And be more simply here than anywhere The more I know the less I know: I know I am my only friend that in the end The rest remains a mystery to me
Life is filled with mystery but also with promise. The realisation that you're your own best friend is not a bad thing. How can anyone love you if you don't first love yourself? A very well written reflective piece. I wish you happiness and peace as always...
Chanti
We share an awlful lot in common. I too feel the older I get the dumber I get. That actually is because it has taken a long time to realize that I do not have all the answers.
Great write,
God Bless,
Lew
Yes somtimes it seems it is wiser to be a solitary walker on the paths of life but I think deep down the purpose of the walk is to acquire and live life and love to the fullest before our fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things expires in a puff of smoke like the fire eater in the picture. Interesting refective write here my friend.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Chrissy
Chanti
Regis
Great write,
God Bless,
Lew
Thanks for sharing!!
Lvoe Tinka
Fee