Why?

Why the long face, the anger
that meets your inadequacies?
Why can you not see me here
where I toil for total peace?

Once there was a time when I
could listen to Bob Dylan in silence,
hear raindrops on the window cry,
dissolving enclosing acuity fence.

Now I find myself breaking bread
where I have not been undying
telling tales of momentous I said
to the so and all the rest of implying.

So why the folding of straight we?
Why the need of stalwart don't know?
All that we are is all that we see,
a general belief in high – low, low...




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-03-15 at 00:50

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John Ashleigh
Yet another inspiring write, Bob. You can capture a moment in time - and explain it in a way where we, the reader, can feel every bit of emotion. Thankyou - I hope to read more.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-15