I Wonder
I Wonder
Where are the words I grew to love
Were they written by someone from above
Could these words have been
From someplace deep within
Could answers to questions
Have been found
In the verses that
Wound up
And around
How will I find
The answers of a mind
So filled with joy and pain
Happiness and sorrow
Perhaps I’ll find an
Answer tomorrow
I wish I knew
What makes me blue
And where the anger
Comes from too
Some parts of days
Are filled with bliss
Others are
Seemingly remiss
Shadows
Containing secrets kept
Lines beyond the edges
Of the page
Years to grow
Becoming adept
At keeping secrets
Very sage
Heartbeats – moments
Passing by
Tears in eyes
That rarely cry
Where are the words I grew to love
Were they written by someone from above
Could these words have been
From someplace deep within
Could answers to questions
Have been found
In the verses that
Wound up
And around
How will I find
The answers of a mind
So filled with joy and pain
Happiness and sorrow
Perhaps I’ll find an
Answer tomorrow
I wish I knew
What makes me blue
And where the anger
Comes from too
Some parts of days
Are filled with bliss
Others are
Seemingly remiss
Shadows
Containing secrets kept
Lines beyond the edges
Of the page
Years to grow
Becoming adept
At keeping secrets
Very sage
Heartbeats – moments
Passing by
Tears in eyes
That rarely cry
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