A Wandering Mind

Okay, so get this. I pull up to a stop light and stop on a green light. When it changes to red I drive right through. I'm not sure where my mind was, but apparently I was deep in thought. Luckily no one was around. I'll quote a song lyric from Mare Winningham as my lesson on this: "The product of living is the face of a fool."

Went to the place I used to work today to volunteer with a friend. It was better than I thought it would be. A lot of people kept coming up and saying they were happy to see me and asking how I was... blah blah. I appreciate that they care, but I only quit two months ago. I did run into a guy who may know where I can get a dog (he says his son has one he may need to get rid of). I gave my number and am crossing my fingers. The dog sounds a perfect match for mine.

Well, as promised, here are a couple of original poems. The first I wrote in 1999 and the second I wrote at the beginning of this year, I believe.

Without a Mother
I wish I had a mother
A father who cares more
Someone I could turn to
In life's thunderous storms

I wish I had more hope
Instead of these dark beliefs
More positive influences
That won't just up and leave

I can honesty say
A child without a mother is lost
For the mother teaches value
While the father teaches cost

As It Is
In this world of constant motion
Surrounded by so much hate
In an era of judgment
We refuse to see our fate

I met with the prophets today
They told me of years before
They guaranteed repetition
But refused to tell me more

I went up to the heavens
And spoke to God face to face
He told me of his sorrow
For the failing human race

I returned home with a sigh
And turned over in my bed
Crying for our tomorrows
I pulled the covers over my head