Silly me
The wannabe poet.
I have been reading some really good poetry, by some of the livejournal community. It reminded me that I still had some from my rejected manuscript, tucked away in my old file system.
It occurred to me that there is no age limit in poetry; it's a place in the heart where we reveal our commonality. So I've decided to publish the ones I'm sure will be related to.
Silly Me.
Oh silly me
what can it be
that makes me act
and think this way?
Letting things
and people
get me down,
happy on the outside;
inside wearing a frown.
Then a friend
will come and say
"Live for today!"
Reminding me that
the past is past,
today is now;
the future's still ahead!
But there are times
Oh silly me,
when the past is now,
the future is now,
and today is lost!
Oh silly me,
what can it be,
is it only insecurity?