Not Who I Thought You Were!
Your messages bring no cheer.
Just hollow echoes,
in an empty room.
Memories.
Of the meanderings of a lost youth, along life's highway.
While you flit colourfully,
twixt reality, and your dreams.
Often moving too fast......
To see life, her loves,
and all of her miseries .
The blind ignorance,
of your teenage years .
Cocoons you,
from most ills!
While those around you.
Are always left .......,,
to pick up the pieces .
Giajl © Jim Love
Extract from the diaries of "Jock Love A Soldier & A Poet : The Road to Peridition : The Residence ".