Can my words mean nothing,
But be a filler of space?
There in lies my quandry,
No answer do I hear.
Yet in my solitude I hear
The whispers of days past,
Where the sun shone
And alighted on my words.
Need I be a scholar of sorts,
Who must ascertain what life
Has placed before me in words?
Little will this enhance what I've written.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron