Life, my biggest puzzle and gift;
Jailed, hitched and sometimes in proverbial drift.
Time flies and so do its dependents,
Still I remain in the cusp of emotional dents.
Feeling is like pottery in progress,
When shaped by perception, heading for a mess.
Dancing attuned to this friend-cum-foe,
I march in my highs and lows.
4 comments:
So true
So true
Nice
Thanks a lot Paula
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