May 7, 09
You look at her,
Haggard. Tired and limp.
You are pretty
And maybe once beautiful.
You smile.
So she smiles at you and yours.
The lady next to you.
Who is beautiful.
She seems a bit scared as she looks,
He smiles and watches.
You and yours.
A little jealous,
Wishing it were him with you?
Wishing he had what you had?
Or maybe just thankful for the smile.
Was I once a child so sweet?
I think...I think...
I can't remember.
So I look on,
On those who look at you and yours.
Trying to see them. Since I can't see me-
When I look at you and yours.
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Not so much a poem but an observation. I was looking at a woman and her daughter if you couldn't guess while looking at two people who looked at them as well. Funny things mornings are.
Felt I should write...something.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
3 comments:
Ah, interesting. Quite.
Shocked to see you around.
Thank you for the interest
What good am I without the shock?
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