Things I have to deal
with are far from perfect.
Do they not stem from me
and my well being? I can
look at life as perfect but
I don't really want to make
that choice. I can laugh
at the specks on my skin.
I can complain about
the boat on the street.
These are my days.
To live in the mania of peace.
Copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like boats on streets.They navigate well in the 'flow' of traffic. Plenty of room for a Toyota 'Land Cruiser? ' Nice one. Sid.