‘I’

I came to be the man I was before I became me And wandered through the time of yore one called one’s destiny I washed away those earthly thoughts and left them where they lay And walked along the greener path with no time to left to stray I sensed a smell in garden’s bloom … Continue reading ‘I’

My eyes

Should one worry in this world of true belief Or shed the tears of simpletons – foretold The essence of true feelings – taken – sold To fickle sorts discerning hollow eyes Choices field the art of understanding Tolerance the art of love held dear Pray – be pleased we fall for goodness Ne’er for … Continue reading My eyes