Confusion -- Ray Martin

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    Confusion -- Ray Martin


    As I meander through the forests of my mind I find
    A lot of things and yet not much at all;
    Only things I’ve seen before and, gosh, I guess, then more,
    So many things I really don’t recall.

    It’s all so mixed and jumbled up I don’t know where to start
    Or if there is a “start” that should be “where’d”.
    And every time I try I find I’m smack dab in the midst
    Of something else ‘bout which I never cared.

    I guess some day when old and gray I’ll get it figured out
    And make it all so linear and tight.
    ‘Till then I guess I’ll just keep on a’wand’rin’ through the fog,
    Then on the day I die I’ll get it right.

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    WordSlinger commented on Confusion -- Ray Martin

    03-11-2009

    I like this, me and my brother talk like that all the time, when we get it all going, we will have to pass.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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