As I sit here scratch and ponder

watching clouds float here and yonder

making sounds of sea and surf from rustling leaves on high dry earth

Thoughts come quick in day dream fashion

not a one worth more than trashing

until occasionally there arrives one that pauses at my eye

it weighs the troubles of this world

all that plagues and pains unfurls

to shake my comfort

ache my head

makes me want to crawl to bed

in sleep too deep for dreams to reach

When I awake refreashed, renewed

all the guilt and shame eschewed

for feeling less with simple means

than those who sport some lofty dream

I am at peace for now I know

I’m just a pilgrim here below




About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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