Listen, Listen,
Listen to me!
That is what I always say,
I talk to you and talk to you,
Never waiting for your say.
Telling you my joys,
Telling you my griefs,
Telling telling,
Never listening to you.
Why? Why do I not listen to you?
Am I afraid of what you'll say?
Am I selfish and uncaring?
Why? Why do I not listen to you?
Yet you love me,
You love me.
Tilley042, JohnMiller
These are just some stories and thoughts while in the wilderness of life. Some are from treks to the woods, some not. Hope they are enjoyed.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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