But can you put your tongue out and touch your nose

Yes life's like that

Even the most accomplished writers have proof readers. Now us
amateurs have just got to live with our errors, but who cares anyway just have fun with your writing it's terrific

The roads to knowledge are many and winding and sadly,
to some, time only brings age not wisdom. Too often, the
way taken, is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on
what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become.

L.L��

"��We are, finally, all wanderers in search of knowledge.
Most of us hold the dream of becoming something better
than we are, something larger, richer, in some way more
important to the world and ourselves.��

"��Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating
what is to come or remembering what has gone.
��Today is all we have, tomorrow is a mirage that may
never become reality.��

Should that last line not read:

If someone doesn't want to be in your life,
then stop trying to make yourself a part of theirs.

I think I must be a fan of yours

Again I love your poem. All this sadness but I suppose that's life,
and like I say in one of my poems, "The only thing to do is put a
smile on it all," and thats what I do.

Tears of a Clown

There is a place I'��m looking for, somewhere
I know I belong.
Not that I'��ve forgotten, you understand, just
can'��t remember where.

I know i'��m going to find it, in good time or
the next.
I'��m always looking around me, hoping to catch
a glimpse.

Maybe I'��ll just go wandering along this stoney
path, .
Of my coming, it is known, and it feels as If
I'��m getting close.

Perhaps I will stand , mark my ground, and
take my ease
The past is not my future, but there are
those, I will sorely miss...

Wanted to tell them how I felt, tell them how
I tried so hard.
Never knowing whether I failed them, myself
or both but I always loved them.

But before I do, I think they'��re going to let me
take that little rest.
And show me how to remember the way
I'��ve always known.

Well said little one.
When Napoleon fleeing from his defeat at Moscow arrived at the Polish border, he asked of a peasant standing at the roadside, "Have you seen any French deserters?" The peasant replied," No sir you are the first."

Grace

It��s a sad sight to see a lone drinker on a
Wintery weekday night. A tale to tell no doubt,
But no one to listen. The empty bar, or faded
Four walls, lost dreams. No illusions to lean on

Glad former friends can'��t see him. His hell
Is coming face to face with his life, no place to
Hide, displaced, he faces the truth, in what can
Become a dark and lonely empty place, his very
Being.

Still time will pass and sleep will claim him.
A weary soul comes alive, grace and respite given.
Maybe sunlight will bring new hope, yes, lets hope
for that.

Absolutely love your poem

Who am I

Maybe the gentle breeze, a zephyr, carrying the smell of wood smoke
On a winter'��s morn. The whisper of tyres on a distant road.

Could I be the early morning sun warming your face, or the rush of melt
water tumbling down a mountain stream.

It has been said that I'm the great blue sky echoing with the greeting
Cries of aerial hunters, which gladden your ears, bringing a smile to
Your lips and lights to your eyes.

Perhaps that distant, indistinct figure who raises a friendly hand as we,
Ploughing our lonely furrow, pass like ships at sea.

That little taste of red, enjoyed while being fascinated by the mesmeric
Dancing flames of a log fire, in a Grande Maison. Ah, ��La belle...��

I may not be any of these things but if I can join you in a conspiratorial
Feeling of oneness, tranquility and exhilaration, this is who I would be.

Actually those paragraphs are made up from Louis's quotations and sayings in his Biography.
I just made them into little Poem/story like paras. Read about him
he is an inspiration and I am sad he's dead. I hope he doesn't mind
me compiling his thoughts in this manner, and I did give away lots of clues to help.
His Biography is called the Education of a wandering man.

I'm afraid I did hope I didn't break your heart little one

Well done He's a great teacher of mine and you are the first person would seems to know anything about him. But still I am hung by my own petard.

Would be nice to hear something original not Quotations from long dead but admittedly wise men.
Anyone can utter someone else's thoughts.

You're only quoting what has already been said in the T.O.A W.M

��"Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered
that day, rarely of what they had seen.
The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail.��

"��Travel too fast, and you miss all you are traveling for.
All men look, but so few can see. It'��s all there, hidden in
plain sight, just waiting for any passerby to take note of.

L.L ��