Poem 39

art 25

In my room

The gulf widens

Language changes

Meanings vary

Connection weakens

Time maybe

Time will beat you

Time will not stand still.

Learn new tricks

New customs

Dress up

Play games

Everyday.

No fear

Courage

See the humour

See the growth

Confidence

New beginnings

No telling where this may lead.

No more circles

Straight lines

See me, hear me, know me.

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6 Responses to Poem 39

  1. Kind of mysterious and hopeful all at the same time, an unusual combination that works really well here!! 🙂 🙂

  2. Anja's avatar Anja says:

    I am so proud of you 🙂

  3. I was a little confused at first, then I read your comment to Helen and it became clear. Nice little painting to match Mr.G.

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