Kev's Musings and Shared Journal

Not a Poem

Some Days

There are some sad songs
I have raised my voice to sing,
the melody, that old tune
of being misunderstood
or worse, being understood.

There are some stories
that I have read,
that tell that tale I often read,
of being alone...
no worse than to be alone.

There are some days
which I have viewed
when all Creation imparts her parables
of sadness, aloneness,
when nature turns cold and becomes detached...

When I am part of nothing.

But such a small price I pay
for such epic beauty!
A price as small as my contribution
to everything around me.

Some days, I've felt lucky
to catch my own breath.