11-09-2007, 09:47 PM
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The "Mystic" Poet
Last Online: 05-19-2008 10:08 PM
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Sitting on a park bench
I was sittinf in the park one summer day.
Taking notice to nature and people around me.
I notice a little boy climbing the monkey bars.
While his mother watched in concern.
But she didn't hold on the him.
She grew a smile as he climbed higher.
I took notice of a couple arguing.
Tears were roling down her face.
as her boyfriend walked away,
She stood there motionless.
And smiled with her watery eyes.
I watch an elderly couple walking pass me.
They walked with canes and semm crippled.
But they were laughing and carrying on.
I can't control what is going on around me.
But I can never let that interfere,
From me being happy.
coyright fsully 2003
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the "mystic" one
you can't spend ypur life swimming in the shallow end of the pool. pretty soon you hae to try the deep end.
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