The Musings Of A Future Dead Poet Poem by Ted Sheridan
The Musings Of A Future Dead Poet
You do not
confuse me
you only confound
the issues.
I am not taken back
by your ignorance
only slightly
delayed by it
as I struggle
to understand
why I should care.
I am weakened
by my sense
of humanity
not by my love for it...
for my love
is the one true strength
that keeps you
from destroying me
as I pause
to consider
any possible
method to your madness......
Wow....sounds like somebody is bugging you big time Ted...Hope that's not the case. Take care! Hugs, Dee
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4/28/2024 11:54:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this, Ted. See myself in it. How come you wrote it first? ? ? This work makes sense. No-holes-barred desertation on EXACTLY what's what. Good! ! ! You know yourself....many don't, and never get to the point! xxElysabeth