Categories: uncategorized
Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59
I'm sitting in my room with the French windows open, and a breeze blowing through the room. The bird are having a good sing song and all seems well with the world.
The sun is shining and I've been sitting here typing away, updating the poetry I found when I last went home.
It was scary to find that most of the stuff I scribbled when I was a twenty something had more relevance for my life as a cyncial forty something - and some of it was about things I had yet to experience at their worst. Some wording needed to be changed to bring stuff up to date but that's about all.
Not sure what to do with it now...