An Idiosyncratic Gathering
Where do tears come from
for the living and dead?
Emotions of the soul
squeezed and wrecked
Young and running in a
world with the future untold
Look back and remember the
past – the future told
Remember the sweet souls
that encounter your life
They come in different
packages, sizes and ways
Open your mind and your
acceptance for days
Learn from them surprises
of life and you will shout hurray!
So far from my native land
I came upon a corner stand
Looking back I was so
arrogant and bland
I began to learn the
riches that now keep me in good stand
How to explain this
treasure chest; just keep it in my hand
We are all separated now
by a distance and beyond
But I still hear and
remember the sights and sounds
Laughing and screaming,
arguing and dreaming
The seasons always ensure memories of the idiosyncratic
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