Thanks for Listening
by Jim Stewart c 1987
As I sit here under these lights
Telling you my truthful lies
While laying my life on the line.
Ever hoping but never knowing
Of where I am going to be.
Telling stories of beauty
And stories of youth
And stories of wanting to be.
The words that I am saying
Are the words that I am feeling
They have all meant something to me.
And I hope that you know it
That there is no place
That I would rather be.
CarolHawks
Beautiful poem, heartfelt and romantic.
Many blessings,
~Linda
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
No place I'd rather be, either. =] Excellent write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.