Thursday, September 18, 2003

"Wayside Sonnet"

I don't really know what's scary any more.
I just try to go on living my life.
Without struggle or the comfort of a wife,
Each day I live seems like a new open door.
When people told me that the day was ripe,
I should pick my apples while I could
I ignored what they said and did as i would,
Meandering freely along the highways of life.
Now I pick up cans and bottles where I may.
Life passed me by and threw empties at my head.
I don't regret the day I chose this way--
Although It's something I paid dearly for.
"More life without boundaries," the poet said,
And she spoke from the heart: not from the head.

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