Something I read in another Blog sent me off on a weird tangent.
I found myself writing this thing.…part of it was a response to what I read..a few lines that I keft on the Blog as a response..sorta.
I call this a poem for lack of a better term.
I see, I hear.
I don’t understand what you said, but I think I know what you meant.
I AM LISTENING
Even if I don’t agree.
It seems there’s too much background noise..its blurred my inner vision
Confused my mission.
Made moot my decision.
Yet I do see…..
Yoi wear sorrow like a towel, but the towel is too wet.
I hope its only water…and not fear,
That way you can throw it to the floor
Is this a poem?
It doesn’t rhyme
It won’t rhyme
And I am not sure I would want it to.
I’d rather give you my time.
Every 3.6 seconds a real person dies from hunger somewhere in the world!!!
Feed a hungry person today:
God is still speaking