Poetry

What’s wrong with gray? It’s not black or white, and gray aptly describes about half of us

we rarely notice,
That happiness is within our reach

For love can raise our hopes and dreams, but then dash our
Fate, as it may?

It’s true, of course, that life can be hard at times and please be assured that more troubles will surely abound

More often than not, we are prone to refer to certain troublesome animals as vermin

don’t hold back for
Fear
For pen and paper are of the courage for the ones who feel the
Pangs of love

And even though it’s obvious that the mind and the soul are also present in the female body, most men don’t seem to be too interested in those parts

Yet to some, it seems as if the past must follow us
Into eternity, or at least until we find peace

real acid test will come when we’re asked to define the amount time that we have spent on this earth

How strange life is, Mike oft-time thinks, for out of the multitudes of souls on this good earth he alone was chosen to be miserable
But when asked why his thoughts are so, his answers can be vague and pointless