in which I write daily,
the good is there
so is the bad
as well as the indifferent...
my life has been broken down
into a series of words
thoughts and feelings,
written in prose
as a narrative
sometimes in poetry as
as attempting creativity;
my life in words
of my own chosing
or borrowed lines or
thoughts from another
song or poem I heard
and possibly read
along the way...
is it sad to think that
this what what my life
has really become... or,
is it a way to say
thank you for all that you
have given me so I can
reflect upon with words?
my life is here...
in these booklets... and,
all you have to do is take a
little time to read a few.
10 October 2021
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