You feel, you write,
You write, you feel,
And then the layers start to peel,
And then some things just lose appeal,
And then you wonder, how to steal
Some kind of logic
From Life's Wheel,
That turns and turns
In the same place,
As ruts run deep,
And out of grace.
You write the truth...and so it is...life is filled with way too many ruts. Loved this, Sandra!
Thank you for your insight. It's so rewarding and very appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rodea rodea va el disco parando con suerte en San Franciso Ya es el tiempo de fiesta! hoy hay comida y cama la atencion de otras cosas no me llama hoysta buenisima si miro el cielo, la naturaleza un nino hay esperanza y sangria amiguitamia que no sufrias hay tanto caliente poco es fria chiao