Compose Yourself
Often, I must say to myself, “Compose yourself,”
So, I take a book of lovely poems from the shelf
When I see chaos and fear surrounding me,
And slowly absorbing them, set aside my insecurity.
I sit in my old-fashioned goose-necked rocker
For some folks, I suppose, it will come as a shocker
That I let my thoughts drift to more soothing places,
But my fantasy world is full of happy, loving graces.
In my fantasy world I can dream at my own pace
Sometimes, I fly into farthest realms of space
There, my mind can find such comfort and repose,
Where I am unreachable, untouchable, I suppose.
It will make me so happy if you’ll join me, friend,
In that special place with no beginning, no end,
Learning to find that place of sweet composure,
In which we’ll never ever face abrupt foreclosure.
[extended syllables version]
written January 20, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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