A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 November 2011

This Is Me ( A Shortend Version of " Looking Through My Window Pane)

Crazy, fun, without a green thumb, a single fish in the sea,
Lover of summer rain showers, whiskers on kittens and burning the midnight oil,
Who feels confident in myself and others, silly at the oddest of times, and happy as a bee,
Who finds happiness in thick novels, fuzzy slippers , and hot cups of tea,
Who needs my daily soap opera, load rock music, and sleeping in till ten,
Who gives time to help, willingness  to learn, and smiles to the sun,
Who fears the shadows of things unknown, loneliness, and the single crow,
Who would like to see all of  France, the pyramids of Egypt ,and the museums of Greece,
Who enjoys watching rerun movies, trips with my family, and chatting with old friends ,
Who likes to wear ratty jeans ,bright nail polish ,and sparkly rings,
To the world you might be somebody, but to somebody you might be the world ,

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