932 Its Only Me Poem by V F

life is so interesting really
no two days exactly the same

so much to learn, discover and do
to share, stare and wonder too

and that's strange for nothing really is new
all was, is and continues too

it is we who drift in for a brief space
before wandering off anew

yet, each light continues a hope to be
and every death painful tragedy

true, its not you, or she or he
at the end of it all..
its only me