Friday, December 3, 2010


look back
turn around
do I seem sound?
Where did you go?
you lost me at the bend long ago
Did you find the old yellow paper?
it was my poem in a beautiful wrapper
look back
turn around
Is it you?
Where did the paper go?
Has it fallen into the hollow?
I have nothing but that poem
that's all I have - to give you.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

God's kindest gifts
Are not wrapped in colorful paper
Life's sweetest sounds
Are not just in the child's laughter
And on this ride called life
You'll know it when you find what you are after