Sometimes we're right and sometimes we're wrong.
Sometimes our lives are laid out in a song.
Sometimes we feel like a natural wonder.
Sometimes we're blown apart by the thunder.
Someday, Queen Constance will come to be sweet
And the roads that we travel make time with our feet.
Someday, the art of living will be clear.
And into our lives, our love will appear.
Somewhere our days will laze easily along,
Somewhere that knows no right and no wrong,
Somewhere that bellows with love, not with thunder,
Somewhere, we shan't e'er again wonder.
For, somehow we'll learn when not to compete,
Even when love binds hands, heart and feet.
Somehow, our hearts will depart all our fear.
And into our lives our love will appear.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
