Carolyn Ford Witt

(1943 / Indiana USA)

CLOUDS OF DISCONTENT


CLOUDS OF DISCONTENT
A story of Alzheimer's


Clouds of discontent and
Clouds of disillusion
Rolling trembling clouds
Creating an illusion...

Creep into my heart
Cloud my mind and wander
Through this maze of life
Terrying here and yonder.

Tumalt in the air
Changing my desire.
Tumalt in the air
Breeding hate and ire.

Clouds of discontent and
Clouds of disillusion
Rolling trembling clouds
Creating more confusion.....

author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline


© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)

Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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