Piece of Mind
As the years roll around I sit back and wonder WHY.
WHY my tears are dry as I sit by and rewind and reflect on a trivial time.
Lean back, pick up your feet and recline as I prepare to feed your mind
philosophical poetry of some other kind.
Because only time will tell if all will go well and you'll come to see what came to
be.
Only time will pass you by as you sit and cry, asking how you failed to see the
signs.
You weep at what you find, all the while losing Piece of Mind!
Copyright © Virginia Haralson | Year Posted 2005
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