It isn't so much of a surrendering or an acknowledgment of some intellectual reasoning to accept this disease that infests every fiber and cell of my body making me less than my dreams forcing me to hope for more than I can ever achieve…. It is however learning to live with being incurably human and the wonderful possiblities that present themselves upon me.
------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
Now, don't be upset..but, I'm not much ob free verse. Not that I don't appreciate it, or like many of them. I just don't "feel" them most often. EXCEPT when I read a poem such as this. Wonderful work here, Robert.
It would be inhumane to deny you this right. I propose that we take down the QUARANTINE signs and let the disease run rampant. RobertB... this disease resembles me. I'm coughing with spasms of delight.
------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ email@example.com
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