This Thing Called Life Poem by Ray Hansell

Laying on the couch
Eyes wide open
Somehow I feel
My feelings cannot hide

The world all around me
Seems like a mystery
I look for hope and answers
In everyone I see

So many things I question
So much I don't know
Many people seem so empty
With feelings that never show

Their faces always stoic
Their expressions never change
They live their life day to day
Always staying the same

But I can't tell by their face
If they even have a heart
You never see them smile
To me that's where it starts

To me they seem so very cold
They always keep their distance
It's like they like to feel this way
So they never show any resistance

I guess they can't be changed
But then why should they be
I don't think I'd like it much
If others tried to change me

I guess it's fair to say
We're really all the same
Just living our way through
Life's mysterious game


12-6-07/RJH