Author: Barbara Goodhew


I never knew what it meant
To have peace and be content
Now That I'm not the same
I find humor in anything lame
I found out the hard way
What matters is family, friends, peace
And you.


Comments on this poem/writing:

wakeke ( -- Wednesday, June 27 2007, 11:35 am


what does it mean???????????
Barb ( -- Wednesday, June 27 2007, 03:24 pm


Sorry you don't understand,but that's ok
Barb ( -- Friday, June 29 2007, 04:10 pm

I will explain

I never had enough always wanting more until I got disabled ,now I calmer and less stresses I'm content with my family and friends.I'm at peace with the way I am .The you in this write is suppose to mean "Me" finding out myself matters
Shunda ( -- Saturday, May 21 2011, 12:15 am


All I can say is this is beautiful!! For you to acknowledge life as the way you are is speechless to me...Great Poem
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