Every penny looks the same
When you find it on the street.
Scratches cover its surface;
Unknown junk makes it unclean.

I wonder who was the first to use it
I wonder whose hands had held it close
I wonder where that one penny has traveled
I wonder who let it go.

Every beggar looks the same
When you find them on the street.
Scratches cover their surface;
Unknown junk makes them unclean.

I wonder who was the first to meet him
I wonder whose hands had held her close.
I wonder where that beggar traveled
I wonder who let them go.

Every girl looks the same
When you find her on the street.
Scratches cover her surface;
Unknown hands make her unclean.

I wonder who was the first to hurt her
I wonder whose arms had held her close
I wonder if that girl would travel
I wonder why she doesn’t go.

-ARI

At Room no:408,I Started Adoring you
At Room no:317,I Started Loving you
At Out of classes,I Started Worshiping you
At Out of College,I Started Missing you
And At Out of  this World,I Started Living with you

Fall equinox--
at the ocean's shore
waves leap at stars

They still can't see
That I'm trying to be
The best of me
They just don't get it
No matter what
I do it's never enough
But I'll never give up
I'll try to stay tough
They know my name
They just don't know
Who I really am
They say they care
But that is just a word
That passes me by
Like the heavy wind
I wish they know
That I'm hurt by them
It's all good though
Cause wherever I go
And whatever I do
My God is there too

You've probably never heard of Lough Egish.
I'm not surprised.
The gene pool there, swirling near the mill,
For centuries,
Produced a multitude of survivors
From famine, Cromwell,
And seven hundred years of ethnic cleansing.
Then, sixty-one years ago today,
Me.