| A THOUGHT OF THOUGHT. I’m writing now, what have we here ? Will this verse become more clear ? I fumble through my mind for facts. My mind is saying, just relax. My pen is moving on its own as I sit here all alone. Did I say ALONE just then ? My friends have started calling in. I wonder why they always call when I’m sat here all alone ? I don’t even know one name, but they keep calling just the same. They say they love to educate. (You’re thinking that they’ve come too late). But a greater teacher you won’t find, than an uninvited, friendly mind. When you find yourself alone, with just a pen and paper. Start a doodle, write some words, it’s an educating caper. You’ll find that friends will call on you with educating wisdom. You might not know them, this is true. But your mind is of their KINGDOM. P. Moring (All poems on this site are extracted from 'Visions Of The Future Past'. First published in 1988 and copyright to; Future Past Publishing. Let's pop back shall we? |
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