“A friend once asked me what the meaning to life was. Must there be only one? Meaning weaves itself through the giggling of a child as he buries his face in my chest. Meaning smiles down on me as I wish the dog on the corner good morning and good night each day. Meaning plays peek-a-boo with my kittens as they chase their toys and deposit them loyally by my feet. Meaning is here. Meaning is everywhere. It is simply up to us to see it, to recognize it, to hope for more.”
—musings part 2 (4/10/2021)
You will forget me
And I
Will forget me too
Nothing more
Not for two
Stuck in the middle
Lost in the view
I will forget me
And so will you
Midnight's Wasteland https://a.co/d/isIxn3t
33-year-old poet and author, from Michigan. I listen to music way too loud and procrastinate about getting any work done. https://linktr.ee/wilobru666
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