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I See I love my field of grass and dandelion And sit in the middle, looking up at the sky A tear appears and I find myself cry'in It seemed silly, so I asked myself why A man came along and wanted to plow To grow crops, for there are people to feed He wants my field and wants it now How selfish of me not to fill the need Another man came and wanted to build For everybody needs a place to live And didn't I know what God has willed How selfish of me, not to want to give So, I sit in my field and start crying And see my answer about selfishness The love of my field will soon be dying And lost with it, our moments of bliss |
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I'm dedicating this to Roxy.....Her wish is my command.
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I would if I could, Roxy said she prefers my poetry to my bashing. I wonder if she would feel the same way, if I was bashing you instead of Don. All my metaphors are in my private park. but your ticket to get in has been voided
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I really liked your poem - heartfelt :- )
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Spock said "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few" But needs of many are too many, to really be needs And the needs of the few, are too few, to be taken away. The needs of many, need to be lessened, And a lesson can be learned from the needs of the few. You obviously have learned the lesson the hard way. If only the many could learn that your needs are really their needs. But they are too blind to see through your eyes They are too loud, to hear the small voice They are too absorbed, to feel a tear They are too egotistical , to just be They are too expectatious, to be thankful and too needy to know what they really need.
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Jimmy, that's great, the other one below too. You got talent. Wish you could put them to music, would be a hit. Judgment Day will be interesting - and all paths lead there.
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