I met a man from Scotland Scottie was his name I'd never seen him before We'd neither a claim to fame I sat right down and spoke a while considering his age I'm but a child We met as strangers We parted as friends Had I not spoke He'd have taken no note We only exist in our minds and where we spend a little time Don't stand alone in the parking lot while the world passes you by and thinks of you "NOT" Extend a hand Your light shines through And 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 ?).
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.
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.
I met a man from Scotland
ReplyDeleteScottie was his name
I'd never seen him before
We'd neither a claim to fame
I sat right down and spoke a while
considering his age I'm but a child
We met as strangers
We parted as friends
Had I not spoke
He'd have taken no note
We only exist
in our minds
and where we spend
a little time
Don't stand alone in the parking lot
while the world passes you by
and thinks of you "NOT"
Extend a hand
Your light shines through
And suddenly becomes "YOU"
i like how you wrote this. i like how it reads.
ReplyDeletei 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.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
ReplyDeleteJCN, even sadder when a woman accepts that image for herself.
ReplyDeleteI think that kdzu is right, my dear.
ReplyDeleteBetter 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!
ReplyDeleteBerry...I'm ok.
ReplyDeleteMark, indeed!
hmmm...ya know, on some second thought, this poem applies pretty well to the vehicle repair place I was at yesterday. Damn.
ReplyDeleteOther 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...?
ReplyDeleteWell, 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.