61. A Place To Be
Ever gotten there?
To that place where
You have nothing to prove
and can just be.
Ever gotten there?
To that place where
You have nothing to prove
and can just be.
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Fleeting eternity
surrounds the mountaintop,
nestled in a lush green valley
time forgot.
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He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
When you stop trying
to fit into a world
that you don’t belong to anymore,
you grow
I can't prevent attitudes
from knocking upon my door,
but I decide which to let in
and which ones to ignore.
I watch the hands on the clock tick by
And I wonder where time goes.
Will this be the year to end all years?
Well, only God can know.
Excellent poem, as always. Keep writing...
Very best wishes,
Ann
Famous Poem
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown