Immersive Wonder

I rose and walked at dawn,
The dark to dwell upon —
But then I saw the birds and sea:
I don’t know, honestly

So words are often wise,
But then turn into lies –
All character’s a mystery;
I don’t know, honestly

My grandson and I play
Upon the floor all day.
The time just flies, he’s only three –
I don’t know, honestly

But here, beside the shore
I’ll stand and think some more –
The world seems strange – or is it me?
I don’t know,

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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