Open Poetry #9 |
At the Door |
Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
I’m sorry but I don’t have time to talk I seem to have lost my mind and whatever you are selling is of no use to me today. I don’t need anymore vacuums or life insurance or encyclopedias. If you wanted though, you could come in and help me search for my thoughts, which once, were so carefully collected, but now, are scattered into the darkest corners of this old, dusty house. I would really like that, I could use the help if you have a moment. Sometimes, all a body needs is another kind soul to lend a hand. Not today? I understand, I really do. You have a job to do. Life goes on. It’s ironic isn’t it? I don’t have time to talk and you don’t have time to help. Time is certainly in short supply these days. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Yeahhhhh so where did it go anyway? I could have sworn that there use to be at least 24 hours in a day. Wonder how I keep losing them all. Wonderful piece here. Great write. |
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sonjes Senior Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 564North Carolina |
Great message here...exactly why I like to stop and smell the roses. Nice write, Debbie. Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and use the chance To return to innocence. -Enigma |
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