My thoughts are like children
That have been let out of school.
They are free of the teachers eyes
And soon forget the golden rule.
But I try to rein them in
And not make a fool of me.
Like it or not they are a reflection
Of the guy who set them free.
Sandie
...a sense of nostalgia ...or sheer elation
at the prospect of so many thoughts in one
spot...playing like a kid again...No wonder
it is busy!
Ron
Love and Dreams,
Karen
budd