Born Shy
We spend our lives trying to learn;
just who, and what we’re to be;
all of us have our passions that burn;
and a side of us; none can see.
Deep in my mind; I know the truth;
tho I’d rather keep living the lie;
though
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
A Shoulder To Cry On
Loneliness is one of the greatest afflictions;
living in the shadows of life;
tho seemingly unburdened by life’s restrictions;
devoid of a friend; lover; or wife.
Everyone has need of someone to rely on;
no life can be lived, completely alone;
everyone, needs someone’
A Time To Sleep
Sleep is a gift; given without warning;
usually in the essence of time;
a respite between sunset and morning;
awareness; stopping on a dime.
Going to sleep is like taking vacations;
without making plans in advance;
dreams usher in mysterious situations;
some sleep is more like
Oh Woman, My Woman
Oh woman, my precious woman;
vision of love in the night;
how is it; I’ve come to love you so;
becoming my love and life.
You’re the beauty of God’s perfection;
your features, delicate and precise;
created to live under man’s protection;
In Our Own Way
Thoughts, to us, so precious and dear;
become the new dawn, each day;
we all face life, both unique and austere;
each in our very own way.
Most of us treat our lives as very serious;
to others; life is merely a bad joke;
to everyone
Frustration Reigns
Some view a world through political eyes;
viewing, only, the world as a whole;
others see the coming cataclysmic demise;
frustration reigns, within each soul.
Many choose to live in their own isolation;
measuring success; by losses and gains;
remaining uninfuenced, through evil’s flirtation;
ignoring that others
The New Leaves
Sometimes we all think we’re alone;
but such can never be;
we never truly stray far from home;
it’s there for our minds to see.
A permanent link remains always there;
to those below and above;
believe it; on not; there are those who share;
Why Long For Tomorrow?
Why do most long for tomorrow;
it’s simply another today;
filled with heartaches and sorrow;
for all who get in its way.
All those elaborate plans for tomorrow;
soon are pictures; covered with dust;
tho on our future, many of us borrow;
even the interest