Linda Winchell

Rookie - 31 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Mr. Empty' - Poem by Linda Winchell

I went to visit Mr. Empty's house
there was nothing in his home at all.
He said pull up the floor and take a sit awhile
Then noticed all of Mr. Empty's, empty walls.

I had an empty feeling, in all this emptiness
When I asked Mr. Empty a question about it
he gave me some answers about his, empty emptiness.

I didn't understand him, and turned on heel to leave
Then he apologized for all this emptieness
but said, this is all of anything I feel I need.

I use to have millions, but it never did happiness bring
so I gave it all away in trade for more of less
that my emptiness now brings.

Now my joys are found in the smallest of lifes blessings
they fill my rooms with all I need.
The suns rays are now my lighting
an open window fills my rooms with a cool breeze.

I finally understood, what Mr. Empty was talking about
of all that my life had been missing
so I went home and threw all my belongings out!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 3, 2008


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