I'Ve Seem Before Me Poem by Dick Johnson

sitting here contemplating
do I dare staring down
the roads familiar
but so such knowledge
lands upon soiled ears
together dawning old
fears of ponders other
than such experience of
all the years of faulter
struggling yet obtaining
a grasp on nothing
yet still training
endlessly and timeless
complaining will only
lengthen this another
word for lost utters of I
and a few more absurd
lies taht appeal
to my line
of turning thoughts
am I yours
will You be mine