This one is for Joe.
How I once felt but have grown to live without
Thank God! Outer appearances were much too hard to keep up! lol
Why I wrote this poem, I'm not quite sure, but enjoy.
Perhaps nothing is more difficult than letting go.... or trying to crochet a tent. I haven't quite decided.
look to yourself for the answers..
I find that one of the precious things in this world is time and to share it with another is a true act.
It's been a winding woad but it is most interesting and perhaps a bit of a calling in retrospect.
