Why does my heart ache, so much just now? It’s a thing, I wonder how
Often, because it’s because I see too much?
Or is it because I want a crutch — a thing to hopelessly caress and clutch?
Or is it because I do see, perhaps some, or a little, or a wee bit even…beyond…just me?
Of a land where others roam beyond my home, beyond this place, beyond just my only face?
I’d like to think it is. If not, then take me now dear Lord because I’m past this biz…
No vainglory hopes for more than this…I love all this, just as it is.
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Beautiful, Tim, and sad….. it’s hard to be human.
Thanks Mitzi! I was poetic occasionally. I forgot that you knew about my website here! 🙏