We did the night
We did the day
Forging on
For the plight
Work and Play
We did it all day
The day was bright
The night
A gentle shade of Grey
My Home
My House
It is where I go
A place I rest
A place I grow
Although Alone
I am content
To BE
The “I AM”
I am meant
Do I hide here?
Am I scared?
Often alone…
I long for
Human “Kind”
Care
Connection deep
But then I
Roll over and sleep!
Is it a cop out
How would I know
With NO One here
To show
The truth to me
Do we only see
what we want to see?
The safe
The soothing…
I Am Right!
There are NO more
Good men in sight!
As the autumn colours show
And the leaves fall to the ground below
I dare
To put out
My hearts call…
Lynda