I'm old enough to have arthritis
but young enough to not hate the rain.
Dance in it with a knee that hurts,
deep from within, pain down my right leg.
Dance in it on the borderlines.
Run after them because they move all the time.
How could we ever be our true selves
living on the grid, within the rules, and on the line?
The masquerade is over.
Wealth changes hands every 100 years.
Aristocrats to Industrialists to the Government
but only one of them represents you.
I am cold, unable to trust anyone
especially those who act friendly to all
because that is not sincere
and friends like that float on, we all do.
I believe in my work. It expresses
my hopes, desires, fears, and in
a way like all minstrels we hope to
connect to a greater world.
I am cold, won't say thanks
for every comment
because such pleasantries
after 3 pages cheapen the work.
Will add (poem) to every poem
so others clicking will know
exactly what they are clicking on.
But this was a lesson learned hard.
I believe in others and am grateful
if you have read and were inspired
to write your own poem
especially if you know how to do so
without any writing instrument.
No keyboards allowed (poem)
or keyboard cat, or cats walking on keyboards, or cats at all!
Started by The world needs you , Jan 08 2013 08:30 PM
Started by The world needs you , Jan 08 2013 08:30 PM
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