Yours
If ever there was
a simple soul
Who loved the storms
and lightning,
If ever there's
a tortured soul
Averse to noise
And fighting...
It might occur
To those of us
Who bravely bear the strife,
That so it goes, between the two,
The color-ful-ness of Life.
Mine
If ever there was
An energetic soul
Who loved the sunshine
And a certain plant,
If ever there's
A poetic soul
Longing for more stories
And a long winded rant.....
It might occur
To those of us
Who keep quiet and just listen,
That so it goes, between the two
Might as well go fishin
posted on 2012/04/12