Comfort in Collecting
Day to day
All the children go out to play
And I slip,
I slip away.
All the bizzy bodies
Hustling, bustling, throughout the day
And I slip,
I slip away.
All the street car engines
Zipping, zooming, somewhere to go
And I slip,
I slip away.
All these people
Connecting, accepting, rejecting
So very busy, so little time to play
And here I sit, collecting
As these people slip,
They slip away.
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No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
