 |
The Poet’s Mood
|
|
Look into my eyes
where the glimmer of light shines
Is it almost out
or as tall as the pines
If the flame is high
then life is going well
But if the flame is low
then life must not be swell
Touch my hand
and feel the way I feel
Am I warm to touch
or clammy as an eel
If my hand feels warm
then life must not be bad
But if my hands are cold
then something made me mad
Come inside my mind
where none have never been
Does it seem confusing
or like an empty bin
If my mind is cloudy
then life is really tough
But if my mind is empty
then things are not so rough
|
|
|
© 1998 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
|
|
|
|