I am no wise man only a misfit An outsider regarding a window As someone who tries to make sense of it And wonders what the insiders might know Sometimes I think no one knows anything
I blunder but smile and wonder the while Apparently as clueless as can be To see so many march out single file Before my eyes to dance with destiny I am no canary but I can sing
So whose destiny is it anyway? Is it their own or that of what they serve? Lights in the window turn night into day I wonder if we get what we deserve I might have a brief candle I could bring
I follow behind their long caravan Alone at a distance unknown unseen This is the tragedy they once called Man I guess the sad part is what might have been The king is dead they say long live the king
I am working on a poem right now and like my art it is sometimes eyed with eyes asking and trying to answer why,
well one believes in it, one sees its importance to ones life, one sees cause and purpose in it, a home which won't and can't be torn, in whichever form it comes and appears to us, it infinitely fulfills us
I am fortunate to witness your work here, it is always skillfull, holding excellence which can only be aquired through years of persistence and learning with joy and love won through it
This poem shows that you are wise and are greatly aware, for you believe and comprehend but know not to be a slave of your own belief and perspective
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Well written.
God Bless,
Lew
well one believes in it, one sees its importance to ones life, one sees cause and purpose in it, a home which won't and can't be torn, in whichever form it comes and appears to us, it infinitely fulfills us
I am fortunate to witness your work here, it is always skillfull, holding excellence which can only be aquired through years of persistence and learning with joy and love won through it
This poem shows that you are wise and are greatly aware, for you believe and comprehend but know not to be a slave of your own belief and perspective
Love, *f
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.