Sorry, but I have been on the flip-side of reality. My ailments have caught up with me and my world has gone flip-flop. Science knows so little about our physical being. But since our mind depends on this old body, then, when it skips a beat, the music is no longer uplifting and smooth. All in all, I feel like left-overs and my mind is in a Fog. As a consequence I'll leave you with this poem!!
Words
I sit myself down with pen in hand.
I throw around words, like so much sand.
I rake up my loose thoughts and rearrange them in lines,
In hopes I can salvage those lazy words of mine.
These thoughts cannot crystallize in my tired, rambling mind.
I need a calm quiet space then tranquility I'll find.
At last my thoughts do form a message bright and clear.
I now can write with ease to my friends, so dear.
Tis' raining like mad outside. Just like Oregon should be in the spring. The hot weather will get here all to soon. Good thing we live by the Willamette River which creates a cool breeze. Must go so Ta Ta.
