Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Schizophrenic Poem #3

I remember you talking
I have a picture in my mind -
I think about that some days, like last week.
It all seems too late now,
But I picture you.

Were you kidding? Were you serious?
If predictable, then green and gold running shoes
Living together in the real world.
It's what's inside that counts.
Say something!

There's a point to life.
I am sorry. I didn't get
"If it quacks like a duck."
It suddenly hit me,
It only takes a spark.

One day you will be too old.
If wind chime, then yellow overalls.
Life is unfair. We know that
It takes a chance, random, hello.
You say hello. I'll answer.

Sing. Sing a song. Let the world sing along.  

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