The Window
My attempt at poetery... written about 35 years ago when I was in my mid 20's.
The Window
As I sit by the window and wait.
The state of the world I contemplate.
Be it love or be it hate.
What once was - is - and again can be be great.
As I had once sit by that window and waited.
And waited and waited and waited.
Was it love I was searching for?
Or was it truly something more?
As I sit by that window and wait.
I realize that whatI'm truly seeking.
Is not something outside - inwardely speaking.
But something planted within by the creator of all creators.
Saying - woe - to those in the vast sea of haitfull haters.
By that window I will no longer wait.
Watching the best of my life - the world to continue to take.
Choices are mine to make.
Be it love or be it hait.
My own road I choose to take!
And traveling on it - will be great !
As I look back I can say - it was - is - and will continue to be.
