Treasure Island

JAMES T. ADAIR


Sometimes


Sometime I'm quiet
Sometimes I'm bold
Sometimes I feel young
Sometimes I feel old

Somtimes I do the opposite
Sometimes do what's told
Sometimes I buckle
But rarely do I ever fold

Somtimes I'm great
Somtimes I'm small
But lately I'm humble
If I'm anything at all

Sometimes I worry
Sometimes joke, jokes that are wry
Sometimes, often, I ask 'why? '
Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I wander
Sometimes I'm lost
Sometimes I feel the bitter lonliness
Of the cold winter frost

Sometimes I tremble
Sometimes I burn
Sometimes I stumble
Sometimes I yearn

Sometimes I dream
Sometimes I feel it's getting late
Sometimes I surmise
I must learn to rely on fate

Submitted: Tuesday, July 07, 2009

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