This one goes out to all of you
are the words I slowly start to think
as I gaze out at a beautiful nothing
in the midst of which I start to sink.
And as I turn and hear your voice
that odd remembrance I find
because it seems so often we don't have a choice
when you go back to the front of the line.
But while I just stare at the ground,
because i find it holds so much,
I realize exactly how much has been found
and how we almost seem to touch.
1 comment:
this poem makes me realize some poeple walk away from things and do not realize the small thing...with in reality the small things are usually the things that matter....message to al...hold your head up high =)
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