Walking...
I am taking a stroll down memory lane when I was young and longed for fame. It was because I had not seen much. I was isolated, brainwashed, and figured life pretty much sucked. That is when I would take a walk in my own shoes. A walk to get away from all that abuse and misuse because I didn't need their excuse. I detached myself from my problems and pain, when I went walking, walking in my own lane.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
GJ231’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Waiting... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Mistakes... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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