Apr 02 2010
Looking back
at all things past
I cannot look forward
unbearable that tomorrow
Second guessing
I cannot trust
first guesses
always wrong
Who is that
wearing my clothes
speaking my voice
owning my thoughts?
Where did I go
why am I lost
where is my hope
what happened?
copyright 2010
Oct 31 2009
Perfection does not live
here
But I do
Mistakes are not
strangers
but constant companions
Words trip and fluster
at furious speed
Flaws
too many to name
Stammers and stutters
make their own tunes
Regrets wait in the wings
and anxiously.
The past simmers in a pot
on the stove
its aroma taunts and
begs me
to taste
copyright 2009
Sep 23 2008
I play the happy fool
who loves to make you laugh
but oh how life is cruel
for you do not know the half
I was not born a clown
a stupid dancing doll
nor a bunny in the down
to decorate your hall
I’m not the flippant fiddler
who dances on the roof
or the country bumpkin whittler
who’s missing his front tooth
Nor am I the mother
who brings you tea and cakes
whose heart goes all aflutter
by the mudpies that you make
I’m just a lonely traveler
on the twisty road of life
whose problems sometimes rattle her
and tempts her with a knife
So if you’re feeling blue dear
please look the other way
I’m not the super glue here
Just struggling through the day.
copyright 2008
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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