there is always a thing


This Thing

Needed to write about today
This something
Hours of simple implosions
Supposed.

I am old enough to know
Where and how
Yet young enough to say "wow"
Open enough to enjoy the children
Who remind me about myself
As they laugh around arranged clowns

Every little face I saw
Was guarded
Better than a thief!

The thing is I think
Unless we wander away alone
We never know anything
Remotely about ourselves.
Or elves.




Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 02:03

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amandeep
this is sweet and tender..i hope you remain young and healthy to say WOW!
nice, i liked the third stanza..

regrds
Amandeep
2008-05-12