Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Friday, July 24, 2009

~ I'm Just Fine ~

My body isn't much
There's a lot, but it's not much to look at
I got some issues
So get your tissues
This takes time

My Brother would be squished
Carrying me
I'm horribly self conscious about
my two front teeth
35's apparently a new puberty
My face is...interesting

Made all my lists
Of what I have to do
Resolutions, revolutions
I'm dizzy and screwed
But the plus side, I'm free

My body's breaking down
My spirit's at a new dawn
My back creaks loud
But my mind thinks long
Need some good maintenance and a new chasse
But my Spirit, hums and sings

Bad habits got me
I'm stubborn and know better
Got a lot to change
But I busted my "go getter"
Not to mention what's all deflated on me
It's interesting

Yet the sun shines on me
The stars are aligned
My soul vibrates, and this Time is Divine
The silver lining here, to this long ass whine
I'm just fine
© Bobbie Sandlin
I think this one is pretty self explanatory lol. Not all all flowy, just goofy thoughts.


Rinkly Rimes said...

Yes! My spirit hums and sings too! Nice work!

Bobbie Sandlin said...

Thank you!! lol I'm glad you like it :)

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