Friday, December 2, 2011

Popeye (I Yam What I Yam)...

Like the waves to shore,
     as the rain falls to the Earth
i return always hoping to find you...
     But waves crash
and sometimes a storm
    sends one spinning too fast;
losing your bearing
     and what little poise
you may still possess
     After all these years i must confess
i have little pride
     and less to hide;
for i am only
     what you see before you
The timid one, the limited one
     but only by his own insecurities..
                     09-17-10

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