tonight
i ramble
i gamble
with words
3 in a row
words i show
these days
____________
these days
i live alone
but
i'm not too lonely
i'm just alone
these days
that's just me
these days
i be who
i be
i think a lot
about Yesterday
but
i don't live there
not like Yesterday
Today
i live
in Tomorrow
jsut Time
i Borrow
from The Past
Hell,
Time don't last
these days
i have nothing
to Say
but
i Say It
anyway
anyway i can
man to man
woman to woman
vice a versa
versa the vice
say it twice
just
Word Play
anyway
these days
just pass away
long nights
no lights
into days
that are night
neon light
fade to blue
these days
i remember You
these days
thoughts
come to me
they come
my way
words
at play
with
nothing to say
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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