We weigh the ways of the woes

We woo the ways of the whys

We woo the wise with their ways

Why wait?

For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

Pleasantries swaying
in a breeze,
of misty morning
memories,
beyond the past,
is presently,
laid out in front of me,
with a future that is plain
to see, as long as things,
that are unforeseen,
don't interfere with the
dream, of leaning on a
pleasant tree swaying
in a breeze,
looking out to sea.

                 Kelly McManus