My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
I met a man from ScotlandScottie was his nameI'd never seen him beforeWe'd neither a claim to fameI sat right down and spoke a whileconsidering his age I'm but a childWe met as strangersWe parted as friendsHad I not spokeHe'd have taken no noteWe only existin our mindsand where we spend a little timeDon't stand alone in the parking lotwhile the world passes you byand thinks of you "NOT"Extend a handYour light shines throughAnd suddenly becomes "YOU"
i like how you wrote this. i like how it reads.i can interpret it two ways though.. it's easy to become faceless in a parking lot.usually the only thing i'm worried about in a parking lot is getting from point a to b without running over anybody, having a car back out as i slowly drive by, etc.and likewise, when i'm walking,i don't want some ditwit running over me .. :)
Larry, that is beautiful. Truly.Thank you.It was written as my interpretation of how some men view women.No worries, my friend. I have a much healthier opinion of myself.thanks, Foam... parking lots are sucky places in lots of ways. Sometimes they feel like demolition derbies (derbys ?).
Sad but, for m any men, true.
JCN, even sadder when a woman accepts that image for herself.
I think that kdzu is right, my dear.Better to have your friends draw near.And a higher thought of your self and soul...Look. See the light over the next knoll?It shines for you, it's bright and nice.A big ol' piece of life, please, have a slice.
Never let some cunt take your parking spot!
Berry...I'm ok.Mark, indeed!
hmmm...ya know, on some second thought, this poem applies pretty well to the vehicle repair place I was at yesterday. Damn.
Other than the vagina thing, I think I know the sentiment. Then again, without something greater Who loves us, aren't we all, at some point, just another...fill in the blank...?Well, Him and a few others. Though how to show we love without giving more than we have or through not having anything to give at all? *Hugs* That's all I have... But I mean it, darn it.
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