
I was doing a search on my computer for a file. I was looking for a template I used to advertise special homes. I came across this poem. I donÃt remember when I wrote it. According to my computer I wrote it April 12 at 7:45 AM. So Icouldn'tnÃt have been drunk.
It's darker than I usually am. The rhythm is that of a limerick or maybe a bit Sussish. Wait, no, it's Shel Silverstein! Wow. Some times I surprise myself. I am glad that I wrote it on my computer.
I'm not sure what to think of it. But, I have to admit, if YOU wrote it, I'd love it, so I guess I kind of like it.
Here I stand
In my home
of glass
Watching as
the times
They pass.
Knowing that anyone
Can look in
To see my filth
And my sin.
As you watch
And as you wait
For me to come
To my inevitable fate
Please remember
Not to throw that stone
Some one may be aiming
One of their own.
2 comments:
I liked that.
Once upon a time , I would use catapults to hurl giant boulders...not anymore, I hope.
Thanks for the share.
Sage advice!..I enjoyed it.
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