Horizons

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    Horizons

    I live for today.I live each day
    With nothing but the wanderment of a child
    Special and needy. Its cringing and mind boggling
    At thirty one, I am still a child
    Bring me this , bring me that
    I want it all, my lucky parents
    to have me, selfish old me
    Childlike, cruel and shy
    Break my heart without love so easy to come by
    Break my soul with an unkind word
    Break my world with unhappiness
    The wreaking havoc of fear
    Of what happens when all adults are gone
    With only this child- me left behind.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    DennisterM’s Poems (13)

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