Tom Bell Poet Bio

There's

There's good,
There's bad
There's with,
There's once had

There's love,
There's hate,
There's early,
There's late

There's those without a clue,
There's those who know,
Where to go.
There's those
Who just can't grow

There's fluffy snow,
There's tough old slate
There's those who have
There' those who aint

There's stars,
There are moons,
There are Decembers,
There's Junes,

There's the living,
There's the dead,
There's those thoughts,
Inside my head...

Am I sane?
Or am I not?
I guess it matters
Not alot.

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