All About Nothing.
Like these poems that I share.
Return the words that you care.
I cry out loud.
When it’s sad that I write.
In thoughts of lonely.
So you hear my plight.
So I know it is me.
That your closed eyes see.
Releasing some chills.
That are setting us free.
Emotional experiences don’t hesitate.
Nor granger of love nor the feelings of great.
A strange sort of thing I can’t explain.
Thoughts of now or from memory lane.
It can’t be pushed or made with a plan.
When the mood is right it seems I can.
Although I portray emotions of my own.
No feelings are forgotten or to us unknown.
So sharing I will and with words I must.
A mind full of ideas and a love of trust.
The words I rhyme and that’s a big plus.
It’s all about nothing if it’s not about us.
Jim Raab
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