Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am sitting
in a corner
of a room
I came here long ago
but should I ever think
I will be here tomorrow?

only think of now for now is forever and beyond tomorrow..

No, never think that way it's too limiting. Fine poem

muted resignation with bittersweet hope - just like in philistia!

o man what a gang! You guys keep right on jammin now -
we all will make home sooner or later -
'til then it's french fries or big baked taters

my room with no corners
mocks my attempt to be square

crack me up judih