Clothing Is Optional Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Clothing Is Optional
I wear sorrow as a shroud
A grey and tattered garment
Worn thin by time
Stained by pain of the past
A tattered cloak that covers me
Dragging on the ground
Pulling small trails
In the dust of time
Soon I will throw it off
For it weighs me down
And I will let the sun
Fall on me again
Have yoy ever listened to Leonard Cohen singing Dance Me To The End Of Love/ i thank you most sincerely for all your comments. Sally
Quite unusual, James :) u capture many feelings here. Nice :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:45:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful explanation of how sorrow can engulf oneself...often hard, but courageous, to shed that oversized coat and lightly step back into a world of brightness. I will save this to my favorites list with thanks for the shared heart. PEACE