Feb 2013
I ask dumb questions, though there is no such thing.
The older I get, I should be cloaked in wisdom,
It could be woven into the fabric I wear, Everyday Life,
It would be easy for all to see, found without strife,
That is not my case, LOOK,at the confused expression,
on my face,
No Should, No Could, No Would.
What do I do?
Why; I write.
The older I get, I should be cloaked in wisdom,
It could be woven into the fabric I wear, Everyday Life,
It would be easy for all to see, found without strife,
That is not my case, LOOK,at the confused expression,
on my face,
No Should, No Could, No Would.
What do I do?
Why; I write.
Posted on my wall in the cubicle where I work, under Poem of the Week.
Adding my passion to the work place, employee by day and writer every other hour,
one can dream...
Adding my passion to the work place, employee by day and writer every other hour,
one can dream...
(where you will find me)
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