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[/media-credit]I don’t want to be right now, if being means I care.
If caring means I need to be today.
A future with no past I can bear, or at least look forward to.
Not the need to cease to be today.
I see another day to be, not this one, but somewhere.
To live my deepest need to be someday.
A time of then and there, with you.
Nothing left to be or do, but we.
Or another thing to say.
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A wonderful poem, Mr. Friday.
Why thank you… more to follow.
Nice work. Now I am thinking about being.
To be or not to be? hmmmm
Don’t think it… be it.
I read the poem and then I stared at the “bloody awful poet” again…hehe. Very lovely indeed, Bill.
TJ,
It’s not polite to stare.
Ah, I’ve been there, too…