“Not Sure”


It amazes me.
The things I see.
It seems like.
Some are out to strike.
They have and itch.
They will hit it rich.
All I know.
They will go.
Find one.
Then they will run.
It will not be long.
They will run along.
I thought for sure.
By the time one was mature.
They would understand.
And have things planned.
Not looking around.
They would be ready to settle down.
But it seems the ones that are now old.
Are the ones that have gotten bold.
They are running around looking for.
Nothing in mind just wants to explore.
To see what they can find.
Have they finally lost there mind?
Do they no longer care?
And no longer want to share.
What is left of there time ahead.
It seems like instead.
They just want to see how young they can go.
Do they not even know?
As they grow old.
Things will finally unfold.
They will leave you behind.
Then you will have a change of mind.
As you sit and wait.
As you look for your soul mate.

K.L.M
9/24/2007

I WISH I COULD FIND MY SOULMAIE
THEN I WOULDN'T BE SINGING THE BLUES

GOOD POEM KEEP THEM COMING

Nancy you will when the time is right thank you for reading

very nice sherlock what a talent you have

Intense very intense Gurly!! Awesome!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhh bravo,,,,, Me Puddin Cup,,,,

((((((((((Kristi))))))))))))Very nice hun

Thank you all for reading