Me and my thoughts
Me and my thoughts
The night grows old,
The moon goes ‘cross the sky.
I sit here, me and my thoughts.
I think of friends no where near.
Trips taken long ago, family no longer here.
I sit here, me and my thoughts.
I think a lot, about many things. This poem is just one of those many times. You should try it. You may like it, it can be very therapeutic.
© D.J. Winters 2002
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I do that sometimes. It's a quiet peaceful feeling. I liked your poem.
June, {july03}