It's Not About Me...
At least not this time,
Though poetry can be,
Verses of memoir,
Lost love,
Love found,
Joy,
Despair,
Yet really...
Once I am gone,
How can it be,
For there will be no more of me?
What then it comes to,
A common thread,
You see we are not alone,
For when we are read,
It's about the reader.
Humanity is universal,
Hopes,
Dreams,
Desires,
Causes,
Loves,
Fears,
All the lesser children of these...
You,
Reader,
You are not alone in your,
Hopes,
Dreams,
Desires,
Causes,
Loves,
Fears,
All the lesser children of these...
This is what Muses see,
Ages of poets,
Languages alive and dead,
Commonality writ long and large,
More similar than different,
As we cried,
Smiled,
Laughed,
Bled.
In love or blues,
Any millennium,
Any day,
We are one.
It's not about me,
At least not this time.
It's about us.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/13/2020