a lurking piece of my whole
back in the shadows
(and I had many shadows)
I had no time for you
like Frank (Old Blue Eyes) Sinatra
I didn’t need you
wanted to do things my way
aren’t we plumb stupid
in our younger years
doing things that caused
society to hang their heads in utter shame
doing it my way or no way
yeah . . .
I’m so proud, Mr. Inner Man
you hung around
unnoticed in the shadows
waiting for a chance to walk in the sunlight
the sunlight is here now
with you beside me, giving me comfort
giving me wherewithal
to step lightly
smile brightly
face whatever comes my way
with resolve and a smile
instead of clenched fists
saying goodbye
so long, arrivederci, to the mean street ways
those streets
full of hurricane-strong clouds
as of this writing
(and writing is what I’m about)
I say with a smile
there have never been better days
What a refreshing write~~~~uplifting, a sense of pride, which you possess, Mr. Bolton! I give you sooooo much credit for standing tall even when the seas got rocky. Hang tight and keep putting good stuff out there like this one!
. . . and there has never been better writing; this is as good as it gets for its frankness, its honesty, and its old-age insight. Surely that is the comfort that sees you through.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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smile brightly
face whatever comes my way
with resolve and a smile...'
Love it and...
'...as of this writing
(and writing is what I’m about)
I say with a smile
there have never been better days'
I love Mr Inner Man... xox :-)
Love ya!
Jane