28 September, 2002
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Just minding my own business
And sitting 'round the house
When I hear a kind of clicking
So I have a look about
What is he doing out there?
Back to my own business
Shuffling things about
When I hear a sort of rustling
It's getting rather loud
What is she doing out there?
Tending to my own business
When I hear music in the street
The sound of voices lifted
And think I'll have a peek
What are they doing out there?
I always mind my business
Just here keeping to myself
Can't help but look and listen
To see what hand life's dealt
What are we doing out here?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Roy (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, October 9 2002, 10:11 am|
makes laugh as I see the new day and ponded the world and "what are you doing out there?" It would be nice to get straight answers.
|LightWalker (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, October 9 2002, 06:33 pm|
I at was at first going to criticize. But not now. I respect the honesty we both seem to have in our words. Spoken as they are spoken, unabridged, truly great
|Dreamer (editor) -- Thursday, October 10 2002, 01:25 am|
I have to wonder of your criticism and why you changed your mind?
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