I am the Hermit…
Not a crab in a shell,
Though at times I can give hell,
Hiding in my box I live,
Is this living, I cannot tell…?
The clock no longer keeps good time,
The conditioned air keeps me cool,
The past but a memory, the future a dream,
The present I do exist in, wish I had in here a pool…
Out only for short walks,
Of the place I live I can only balk,
To those that read my poetry I only talk,
Of my reclusive existence I do write,
I do so with reluctance, my favorite writing utensil being pink chalk…
© ed ~ 7/5/05
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Sorry, I meant Ed. Come out of your shell and enjoy the write--I do! :) Well done--love this one.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Hey you have pink chalk? Can we draw pictures? Maybe we can wet it down a little and then Rufuz can add his signature too :-)
Being a hermit gives you a real chance of seeing/feeling and hearing what's really going on. It has its dark moments but soon I am sure you will see the other side.
etw
i love this, you old crab! but you ought to have heard the little crabs i did yesterday...a friend of mine's sister has three sugar gliders (they resemble small flying squirrels), and for being so tiny, they sure do make a lot of noise and cause a lot of mischief! the noise they make, according to my friend's sister, is knowing as "crabbing"; they do this when annoyed or awakened from sleep. they are a hoot to watch! LOL and they are soooooo cute!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
also saw my first roadrunner too..and no, wile e. coyote was NOT chasing it! LOL
Haahahaha...that twisted my mind totally into a different direction!!
Love Tinka