Many plate's full before you you've seen. Hmmm clean up the plate or leave little bits. Unfinished business you own on the shelf. Way in the back dust it off make it real, it's your burden your life an partial towed load. Grab the bull by the horns in resolve of the load, fix it let it go. As you know true smile comes from within. Walk an live proud in space of no . . . . Gile~
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
A thought I had driving to work this morning. So many on edge as their face shows, even in their own space. . . . their car.
Comments (6)
I have been away for a time out lol I understand what you are saying in this poem well done