Tops It... Poem by Sharni Baker
Tops It...
I spend all my life waiting,
I feel i'm not good enough.
I might as well be empty,
I am still waiting here.
It is my sad memories,
they top my greatest fear.
I am really god's creation,
I live a lie, no truth is told.
What is a demonstration?
I can't tell you what it is,
you must find out for yourself.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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5/6/2024 4:49:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sharni, '...You must find out for yourself' - and so must you, the wait is only as long as the anticipation. There is an adage which suggests - Life is for living, not waiting for it to arrive. Rgds, Ivan