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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