Open Poetry #47 |
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Tom's Doubts |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Tom says I can't make it Can't make the river run anymore Can't shape the mountains in the west To my liking And Tom may be right But the soles of his feet are a bit uneven His beard a bit mangled for my liking See, tom doesn't know what I know That I can fill the canyons with life With their bottomless pit That I see the storm unleash Before the trees can warn their branches But, Tom doesn't understand Nor should he, For a man that walks with his head held high Well, he can achieve what the skyline cannot He can achieve the highest ground But only with the help of those around him. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
We are our own shadow, I guess. Dunno why this sat here so lonesome. I love a conversational tone, and if Tom is against that style, he can kiss me arse. ![]() I liked this very much--as there is this hint of resignation coupled with determination that is inspiring. Thanks for sharing. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
there's a sense of majesty in this write...perhaps I am reading to much into it, but is Tom the 'doubting Thomas' in all of us? |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Serenity and Steve, thanks for the kind comments. Steve, yes, that little voice of doubt that creeps in every so often. Take care |
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