I rarely lose a thought
That wasn't meant to be.
Oh sure some slip by
But others come back to me.
They can hide behind my shadows,
But where are they without my light.
I am not an egotistic shallow fellow
Nor do I think I'm very bright.
But when the light of thought blinds me,
It's then I see what lies behind.
I see the mountains and I atop them;
The sun enhances the whole world to me.
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Jane
Ron