The AnswerA Poem by Alias Fletcherwaiting for my wife to wake up...The Answer Perhaps, he thought, now that I am older, Just maybe, there is a hole in the wall. Of course he'd looked before. And for years he'd assumed that first look was... Well, all there could be, so he'd never returned. He'd tried everything- walking left and walking right, forever it seemed. Climbing over (no ladder and anyway he was afraid of high places). Waiting. He sat down and waited and waited. It didn't go away.Anyway, on his sixty-fifth birthday, he got in his car and drove over there. It wasn't far. The wall, the huge unending and massive thing was gone! He felt amazed. How could such a big thing be gone like it never was. But it was. He saw the other side was the same. The same trees, grass, and dirt. Same people. Just the same. By now he knew it would be. That the wall had only been in his mind... And the answer was in each breath.
© 2010 Alias FletcherAuthor's Note
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Added on April 9, 2010 Last Updated on April 9, 2010 AuthorAlias FletcherMidland, MIAboutTaking a class at SVSU (MI)... genetics... online. DNA fascinates me. Just like a big puzzle and I can't wait to put it together! I want to re-invent myself. Add extra stuff... lol I wish... I wish.. more..Writing
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