Life Goes On

I feel sympathy for those left behind every other Wednesday on the wake of a lover's whimsy. I feel love for family, strong, strong bonds. I feel bonds of friendship though they usually float on the wind. I shall call them Dandelion. I feel joy, I feel pain, I feel sorrow, I don't feel anger ANY more, I don't feel worthless, with or without you, with or without your walking, talking, living weapons of destruction and I wonder what they are filled with when they upchuck disaster. I feel brotherly love for all the people, I feel love for the animals too, I feel happiness with or without a man to call my own, he pointed me down a very dark path, and left me there all alone. Tomorrow I may die, But most likely live on and on. I've taken up gardening but flowers attract too many bees. Perhaps I shall paint.