All Our Own Poem by Doris Cornago
All Our Own
Disaster comes tumbling in with a roar
Despicable men came to plunder
Tearing the world apart
With guns and bombs
Yet the morning
Drifts in
And
we're
Out in space
All our own, spooning
Snugly in our own bedroom
Nothing can harm us even dogs
We're locked in solitary, even gods
Can't mar the landscape of our seclusion
What does not concern us does not matter to us. A thoughtful poem.
Some people will be busybodies concerning themselves with what happens to the world while neglecting their families who need their attention most. It happens to most idealists, Nudershada.: (
The photo is from Kelly Mack, a drifter through life like me. She is also a savior of cats and drifters. We don't have any pretenses to any of the big things. We like things within our reach and reach out to them, for them, and are content with this lifestyle. :)
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4/23/2024 2:19:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have picked up a lot of strays in my life without ever thinking, now what? I never did a second thought of what will I feed it with or if it poops all over the place, who cleans it up. I just know, I was the only one who can do it and so did it without any checklist in mind. I did the tasks daily until the day the cat was all grown up and ready to meet the world on his four strong legs.