SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

My Soul So Quiet


In the afternoon haze
Still waiting for the rain
In a world too warm
For the time of the year
I look and listen
To the alien loud sounds
And wonder why
My soul so quiet

Perhaps I know
At the end of my years
A peace at who I am
And what I have been

I need be nothing now
Than what I have already been
It may have not been much
And not enough
But it is what I have been
And what I am.

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Shalom, such an inspiring write...10+++