Whisps of people,
In my life,
They are real,
but pass me by.

One second there,
the next they are not,
Sometimes I ask,
what curse have I got.

There is a person,
That will not be smoke,
Someone that shows me,
That I'm not a joke.

They will not vanish,
and tell me goodbye,
And I will go on,
A penantant guy.

Seems that reminders,
are thrown to the wind,
reminders that someday,
I'll be happy again.

So as I continue,
to go through the haze,
The whisps of these people,
Are creating my days.

beautiful!

nice ..

Thank you.

I think Ive been there.....smiles a thankyou..
teasingbrunette

The whisps of these people,
are creating my days..


Much to ponder on my friend....

Nice write.

Sweet, i like the way you look at life in such a positive view your poems are beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

some people just don't understand my poems... I'm truly sorry for that... but it's my true feelings.

I can relate to your poem it is lovely

the beauty is in the eye of every beholder, but only the writer knows it's truth.

Whatever you're feeling as long as you get it out there who cares if anyone else understands but you? Enjoyed the poem.

I hear you