My Diaita Nēdes
I've woken up..,
And it's already time, for bed.
My life, is passing me by.
And, I feel a hunger.
Though they say.
Its music, that feeds, the soul.
It's not for me.
I'm starved .....for love.
And I miss, that simple touch.
Of
A loving woman.
Giajl © Jim Love