Seated in a corner,
Looking out the dormer,
Exploring my mind,
Wondering what I will find.
Looking out the dormer,
Exploring my mind,
Wondering what I will find.
At this quiet moment,
Watching all movements,
Sinking deep down to a thought,
Thinking of what I was taught.
Watching all movements,
Sinking deep down to a thought,
Thinking of what I was taught.
Sounds like a boring lecture,
That was not the actual texture,
I sank deep down,
To this past frown.
That was not the actual texture,
I sank deep down,
To this past frown.
Wondering who taught,
The lesson of life so broad,
Which made me drown,
At the thought of that frown.
The lesson of life so broad,
Which made me drown,
At the thought of that frown.
There was no physical teacher,
Who made me figure it out,
But there was one teacher,
I give her the name time.
Who made me figure it out,
But there was one teacher,
I give her the name time.
Who shouted out loud,
To the quiet wandering mind,
And one thing she reminds,
Frowns in this uncertain life,
Matter only for a while.
To the quiet wandering mind,
And one thing she reminds,
Frowns in this uncertain life,
Matter only for a while.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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