All those months spent in the Adirondaks ….I swear, it was like solitary confinement. strange to think of where I was before.who is worse? family or stranger.do I ever reach the shore to safety….do I…do I?
it seems never a good time for r and r. things have kept hitting me in the face and only now I realize it is almost ten years later….and I am out of breath
So let me tell you about purpose shall I?
I am just a lonely old bard who is
ever steadfast and why; for the saga; for the leaf of paper flying through the subway with my long lost notes that somebody found
I am compelled to leave you my readers with this next line:
You will always find him watching the board….that is how it is referred to; the “board” ….and it is always somewhat in view
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