Down pathways old

and worn with time,

where spirits of a million souls roam free.

Some dark with ancient evil pass,

but most,

in light and goodness accompany me.

~~

My favourite pathway

always leads

to the ebb and flow of the sea;

Down rocky scree,

to pebble beach,

my heart and mind both flee.

~~

On this wind scoured

shore I sit

to contemplate my life;

in truth the only heights I’ve reached,

are a mother and a wife.

~~

Oh! how I long for greater gifts.

To soothe and entertain;

to write the poetry of my soul

all the words my heart contains.

~~

To extol the beauty

of this life,

to ignore it’s ugliness.

To concentrate on the positive,

to dismiss it’s wickedness.

~~

Yet, I cannot be ignorant,

of the things I see and hear.

To pretend there are

no cruel things

In this world of ours to fear.

~~

I cannot turn a blind eye,

what would be the use.

I tell things as I see them,

For truth,

I will not confuse.

~~

Nor will I wrap my meaning

In clouds of metaphors.

Just read my words,

and understand

My thoughts,

like open doors.

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Copyright

VMM

2004