I am sitting on go, waiting to roll the dice or hear the starters gun I’ll take off and ask questions later I don’t know where I’m going but will surely get there and life will unfold again for me It will not be still life for I need activity and much room for action I am not blind hearted nor am I foolish will not reach for a nickel in the well, but might throw in a quarter and a dime then roll up my sleeve and go after the forty cents I heard from a person I was interested in developing a friendship with and the note I received told me I’m not supposed to love her anymore so much for pretending that there was something there between now and forever there is a good chance better than a hundred and one in two hundred that someone will come along one never knows on any given night anything can happen I am sure it will, but that’s another song In the meantime I’ll keep on being myself keep on writing, searching for beauty and singing I’ll listen for the peal of church bells, the rumbling of trains the songs of nature and look for the deer at dawn and dusk song birds will return as will normalcy and all will be well again Stanski March 22, 2020 ^ *A tip of the hat to bryan white.
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Steve Haarman 