To the OneA Poem by CrowleyThey grow up so fast...To the one who ate what was put in front of him And played solitaire for hours at Grandmas house Wondering if fathers were a painted figment Imagination run rampant with the need for touch To the one who hop scotched delicately Drawing pictures of hearts and families unbroken Finding the path with small hands and no compass Navigating shark infested waters with floaties and a stick To the one who spat in conventions mouth Writing rulebooks inked in common sense and not dogma Walking lines that broke left to lifes bounties Using the muddy shoes to plant grapes for wine Finding self is a task best left to the fates, they'll ring you Flexing muscles of the heart and soul intuitively Provides a verdict that rings with freedom and light Blissfully aware that neither place or time are the hammer's blow © 2018 CrowleyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 22, 2018 Last Updated on July 22, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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