My problems are many,
my solutions are few.
My love is great,
my hate is micro.
My sunrises are many,
my sunsets are balance.
Too many problems weight,
heavy burden crushes.
Buried alive down under,
a storm brings thunder.
Caught in the storm,
I struggle to thrive.
Eyes watching the show,
what do they know?
I walk like there's no problem,
they ask,
"what problems do you have?"
Many years these same eyes,
in every foot step,
every heart beat.
I go with the walk,
it looks problem free,
I'm free.
G
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Love Tinka
en ami~Alrisha
Take care,
Sherry