When the moon rises and the stars hide
I shuffle my feet and swallow my pride
I consider the world in which I reside
and sigh

For the things I own and the things I desire
cannot match the things that matter
It is what we nurture and what we grow
It is who we help and what we know
It is what we say when we don’t have to speak
It is what we don’t when we know we shouldn’t

never mind, this is going nowhere….

You know what I mean.

Categories: Poems and stories