Finally,
I’m moving through life at my very own pace
instead of trying to win someone else’s race.
I am
just what I am, not what I’ve been asked to be.
I’ve said many farewells – but not one to “me”.
Finally,
I’m moving through life at my very own pace
instead of trying to win someone else’s race.
I am
just what I am, not what I’ve been asked to be.
I’ve said many farewells – but not one to “me”.
Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth…again.
Spoken words and messages – confusion now, and then.
One of us atop a perch, the other down below.
Which one of us is where, we don’t really seem to know.
Oh, how I wish I could leave you
to tend the green ivy willing and winding its way
through each little split in the back fence
threading each paling its own lush, silky winter coat.
It is quite cold, today.
Have you learned how to sew?
You said you would.
The ivy never promised the fence.